Chapter 11 - Interrogation Of The Unhinged Husband Under Federal Custody
Transported in the back of an unmarked federal transport van, Mark was brought to a secure regional interrogation facility.
The room was stark, illuminated by a single overhead fluorescent bulb casting harsh shadows across the stainless steel table.
Detective Vance tossed a thick manila folder onto the table, letting it slide open to reveal months of financial fraud evidence.
“Your real estate firm has been operating as a shell company for illegal offshore accounts, Mark; your game is over,” Vance stated.
Mark shook his head wildly, his white ribbed tank top soaked with nervous sweat under the glaring interrogation lights.
“I demand my phone call! I have rights under the American Constitution!” Mark shouted, slamming his bound fists onto the metal table.
“Your constitutional rights don't protect you from federal racketeering, tax evasion, and domestic terror charges,” the detective replied.
The door swung open, and General Vance stepped into the observation room, staring through the one-way glass at his former son-in-law.
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Mark caught a glimpse of the General’s silhouette through the glass, his breath catching in his throat as absolute despair set in.
He had tested the wrong family, pushed the wrong woman, and awakened a predator he could never hope to defeat.
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