Chapter 18
Clara did not hesitate; she ran through the dark garage toward bay fourteen, finding the black SUV as promised.
She retrieved the keys from beneath the front tire, unlocked the driver's door, and climbed inside the vehicle.
She started the powerful engine, checking her rearview mirror before shifting into drive.
The heavy automated security gate at the garage exit rolled upward, opening a path to the rain-slicked city streets.
She slammed her foot onto the accelerator, sending the SUV speeding out of the building into the Manhattan night.
Rain lashed against her windshield as she drove through the empty avenues toward the Brooklyn Bridge.
She pulled out her phone, dialing the direct line for Federal Prosecutor Sarah Jenkins.
"Sarah, this is Clara Vance," Clara said as soon as the line connected.
"I have the master evidence files proving Arthur Vance orchestrated the Vance Enterprises fraud."
"I am coming to your office right now."
On the other end of the line, Prosecutor Jenkins sounded instantly alert and crisp.
"Clara, drive directly to the federal building on Cadman Plaza," Jenkins instructed.
"I will have federal marshals waiting at the entrance to secure your arrival."
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Clara hung up, taking a deep breath as the iconic cables of the Brooklyn Bridge appeared through the heavy rain.
She was ten minutes away from bringing her father's corrupt empire down once and for all.
