Chapter 8
Outside the Newport mansion, three black sedans with federal government plates pulled through the iron gates.
Federal marshals stepped onto the stone patio, stepping directly over the shattered fragments of the ceramic plate.
The lead agent knocked firmly on the grand mahogany doors, holding a federal arrest warrant.
Mark opened the door, looking disheveled, defeated, and exhausted.
"Mark Montgomery, you are under arrest for federal wire fraud and tax evasion," the lead marshal declared.
"You have the right to remain silent."
Mark didn't offer a single word of resistance as the metal handcuffs clicked around his wrists.
Evelyn ran out into the foyer, her emerald green silk dress rustling wildly as she wept uncontrollably.
"You can't arrest my son!" Evelyn screamed at the officers. "Do you know who we are?!"
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"We know exactly who you are, Mrs. Montgomery," the lead agent replied coldly.
"And we also have a secondary warrant for your arrest regarding interstate bribery."
