Chapter 8 - Federal Marshals Surround The Hartwell Estate At Midnight
Outside the grand iron gates of the estate, the flashing red and blue lights of federal transport vans cut through the night.
U.S. Marshals in tactical vests secured the perimeter, locking down the sprawling property under emergency judicial orders.
Media vans began arriving by the dozen, their satellite dishes pointing toward the mansion as breaking news alerts hit cable networks.
Inside the nursery suite upstairs, Julian sat on the edge of a plush velvet bed, feeding warm soup to a calm Caleb.
The little boy ate slowly, occasionally glancing up with wide, trusting eyes to ensure his father wasn't going to vanish.
“You’re safe now, buddy, I promise nobody will ever make you sit on the floor again,” Julian whispered softly.
A knock echoed at the bedroom door before Sarah Sterling pushed it open, holding a heavy stack of legal files.
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“The federal asset freeze is complete, Julian; the board of directors is calling an emergency meeting for sunrise,” Sarah reported.
Julian nodded grimly, knowing the hardest part of their redemption was only just beginning.
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