Her Twenty-Fifth Night as the Nanny Unlocked a Forbidden Closet—Then One Impossible Photograph Revealed Sophie’s Dead Mother Had Chosen Her Years Before Somehow
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Chapter 18
At dawn, a convoy of federal tactical units and black-and-white police cruisers converged on the Westchester estate from all directions.
Arthur stood on the front steps in his charcoal grey suit, watching the blockade form with a chilling, arrogant smile on his face.
"You're too late, Investigator Hayes; the federal judges are already in my pocket," Arthur called out as Sarah stepped from her vehicle.
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"Judges don't protect traitors who experiment on American children, Arthur," Sarah declared, raising a federal arrest warrant high in the air.
Specialized tactical teams breached the front gates, overwhelming the private security detail in a swift, bloodless sweep.
