Chapter 12 - Federal Marshals Surround The House
Before Ryan could fabricate another excuse, the sound of heavy sirens echoed loudly from the street outside.
Red and blue emergency lights flashed through the tall arched windows of the living room, painting the walls in crimson.
The front door swung open again, admitting three federal marshals in dark tactical gear and federal windbreakers.
“Ryan Vance?” the lead marshal announced, stepping into the foyer with an official arrest warrant in hand.
“That’s him,” Marcus confirmed, gesturing toward the trembling corporate executive held by the security guards.
“Ryan Vance, you are under arrest for domestic assault, grand larceny, and corporate embezzlement,” the marshal stated.
Cold steel handcuffs snapped around Ryan’s wrists with a sharp, echoing click that sounded like music to my ears.
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“You can’t do this! I’m a respected businessman in Manhattan!” Ryan screamed as they dragged him toward the door.
“You were a fraud playing dress-up with my family’s name,” I said quietly as he was hauled past me.
