Chapter 13 - Eleanor Attempts To Silence Key Witnesses Before The Trial
Despite being locked in a federal holding facility, Eleanor Blackwood’s reach extended far beyond prison cell bars.
Late that evening, David Vance called Miller’s encrypted satellite phone from a payphone in downtown Chicago.
“They’re looking for me!” David screamed into the receiver, panic tearing his voice apart.
“Two men in unmarked suits just approached my apartment building asking where the hard drive backups were!”
“Stay where you are, David; federal marshals are dispatching a patrol unit to your location right now,” Miller ordered firmly.
Before the patrol unit could arrive, the line went dead with a loud, sickening crash of breaking glass and sirens wailing.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I looked across the cabin room at Miller with absolute horror.
“Did they get him?” I asked, my voice trembling.
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“We won't know until the local precinct units sweep the alley,” Miller replied grimly, slamming his laptop shut.
The Blackwood syndicate wasn't going down without a bloody, desperate fight to protect their remaining hidden assets.
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