Chapter 8 - THE SECURE DEBRIEFING ROOM
Inside the subterranean federal safehouse beneath downtown Chicago, the fluorescent lights hummed with sterile intensity.
Elena sat comfortably in a padded leather chair, nursing her sleeping baby while federal prosecutors reviewed the decrypted files.
The Director of the FBI stood by the whiteboard, staring at the intricate web of shell corporations mapped out in red marker.
"This is arguably the most comprehensive financial takedown in the history of the Justice Department, Agent Vance," the Director noted respectfully.
"Julian and Victoria thought their wealth made them immune to federal oversight," Elena replied calmly, her tone unwavering.
"What about your safety once they post arraignment bail?" the prosecutor asked, adjusting his glasses nervously.
"They won't be posting bail. The judge denied bond based on flight risk and witness intimidation charges," Elena stated flatly.
"And your personal security detail? We can relocate you anywhere in North America within the hour," the Director offered.
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Elena looked down at her baby's peaceful face, thinking of the quiet mountain horizon she had always dreamed of.
"Prepare a secure safehouse in rural Montana," Elena instructed with absolute finality.
