Chapter 18 - THE HUSBAND'S ARREST
Thomas Vance sat in the stark, fluorescent-lit holding cell of the federal courthouse, staring blankly at the concrete block walls.
His custom light grey suit was ruined, stained with dirt and dried blood from the night he thought he had won.
His defense attorney sat across the metal table, looking exhausted as he flipped through a thick stack of federal indictments.
"Thomas, the DOJ has over seventy distinct felony counts against you, including conspiracy and unlawful imprisonment," the lawyer warned grimly.
"Can we cut a plea deal? Offer them information on my grandmother's hidden accounts," Thomas whispered in sheer desperation.
"Your grandmother's accounts were seized forty-eight hours ago. There's nothing left to bargain with," the lawyer replied bluntly.
Thomas slumped forward, burying his face in his cuffed hands as dry, agonizing sobs racked his frame.
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He realized too late that his ambition had blinded him to the dangerous game he was playing with the wrong family.
The luxury cars, the penthouse apartments, and the social standing were all gone, replaced by decades behind federal bars.
