Chapter 18 - THE FEDERAL INTERVENTION
Within twenty minutes, two unmarked federal vehicles pulled into the gravel lot of the highway diner.
Agent Miller stepped out, wearing a dark tactical jacket, her eyes widening as she saw the drenched, shivering pair.
"We've been tracking your mother's private security movements all night; what happened?" Miller asked briskly.
"They tried to eliminate us at the marina, but we secured the original extortion receipts," Damon reported, handing over the folder.
Miller opened the plastic bag, reviewing the documents with a sharp, approving nod of her professional expertise.
"This is it. This is the final nail in the coffin for Eleanor Vance's entire corporate syndicate," Miller confirmed.
"Can we execute the arrest warrants tonight?" Clara asked, her voice steady despite the lingering cold.
"We execute them right now, before sunrise, while she's still sleeping in her penthouse," Miller declared with authority.
She directed them into the warm back seat of her SUV, wrapping them in thermal emergency blankets.
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As the convoy sped toward the city under the cover of night, Damon looked over at Clara in the dim cabin light.
She caught his eye, offering a small, exhausted, yet fiercely genuine smile that made his chest ache with profound admiration.
