Chapter 9 - THE INTERROGATION CELL
In the high-security holding facility across town, Julian Vance slammed his cuffed fists onto the stainless steel interrogation table.
"I want my lawyer! I want constitutional counsel right now!" Julian roared, his tailored suit jacket crumpled and stained.
Detective Miller walked slowly into the room, tossing a thick stack of printed bank statements onto the metal surface.
"Your lawyers are currently being investigated for obstruction of justice and witness tampering, Mr. Vance," Miller said smoothly.
Julian swallowed hard, his dark hair falling across his forehead as he stared down at the damning financial records.
"These transfers... these were encrypted through Swiss servers. How did you get them?" Julian whispered in sheer disbelief.
"Your wife isn't who you thought she was, Julian," Miller replied, pulling up a chair and sitting down opposite him.
"Elena... she's just a graphic designer from Ohio," Julian muttered, shaking his head in absolute denial.
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"Elena Sterling is a senior federal cyber-crimes investigator who spent five years dismantling your family's empire from the inside," Miller revealed coldly.
Julian’s face drained of every last trace of color, his jaw dropping slack as the catastrophic reality crashed down upon him.
