Chapter 10 - The Miami Hotel Raid Unfolds
The heavy mahogany double doors of Penthouse Suite 402 burst open with a deafening crash of splintering wood.
“FBI! Federal agents! Nobody move!” shouted Agent Ramirez as tactical operatives swarmed into the luxurious suite.
Jessi screamed at the top of her lungs, dropping her silk robe as she scrambled backward toward the king-sized bed.
Stephanie froze mid-sip of her morning mimosa, the crystal glass slipping from her fingers to shatter on the marble floor.
“What is the meaning of this? Do you know who we are? We are pillars of high society!” Jessi shrieked frantically.
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Agent Ramirez stepped forward, holding up the federal arrest warrants with an expression of unyielding authority.
“Jessi Vance and Stephanie Vance, you are under arrest for felony wire fraud, theft, and interstate extortion,” Ramirez stated.
