Chapter 8 - Federal Marshals Fly To Florida
Luca’s private jet touched down at Miami International Airport under the cover of a humid, starless midnight sky.
A black tactical SUV bearing federal investigative insignia was waiting on the tarmac to transport him directly to the scene.
Luca sat in the back seat, staring silently at his tablet screen as the security footage played on a continuous loop.
“Are the local police departments briefed and standing by to assist the federal marshals?” Luca asked the agent.
“Every exit of the resort is secured by armed personnel, Mr. Vance; nobody is walking out of there,” the agent replied.
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The SUV sped down the coastal highway, its tires hissing against the damp asphalt slicked by tropical humidity.
Luca felt no hesitation in his heart, only a cold, burning resolve to deliver absolute, unyielding justice.
