Chapter 16 - The Federal Investigators Arrive
Before Callum could dial another number, the diner door swung open with a sharp, echoing crash.
Two federal marshals in dark tactical windbreakers walked straight toward his booth with unhurried authority.
“Callum Ashford?” the lead marshal asked, pulling a set of cold steel handcuffs from his tactical belt.
“Y-yes? What is this about?” Callum stammered, standing up defensively as patrons stared in shock.
“You are under arrest for interstate wire fraud, witness tampering, and conspiracy to commit corporate sabotage,” the marshal stated.
Before Callum could protest, cold steel snapped around his wrists with a sharp, metallic click.
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He was hauled out of the diner and shoved into the back of an unmarked federal vehicle waiting at the curb.
The golden boy of Wall Street had officially reached the absolute bottom of the corporate abyss.
