Chapter 17 - Evelyn Receives The Formal Federal Indictment
At 5:00 PM, three black sedans pulled up outside Evelyn Hawthorne’s luxury estate in the hills of Virginia.
Four federal marshals walked up the manicured front lawn, carrying a sealed federal arrest warrant.
Evelyn opened the front door wearing a silk house robe, clutching a glass of white wine in her hand.
“Evelyn Hawthorne,” the lead marshal announced, pulling a set of steel handcuffs from his belt.
“You are under arrest for federal grand conspiracy, money laundering, and obstruction of justice.”
“Get your hands off me!” Evelyn screamed, throwing her wine glass at the lead marshal’s boots.
“Do you know who my husband was? I will have your badges for this! I will call the Governor!”
The marshals moved quickly, grabbing her arms firmly and securing the handcuffs behind her back before she could fight.
They marched her down the stone steps of her home in full view of her wealthy neighbors who were standing in their driveways.
Her designer silk robe was twisted, her hair was wild, and her face was distorted with pure, helpless rage.
As they loaded her into the back of the unmarked sedan, she looked down the street and saw a black SUV parked near the corner.
Inside the SUV, seated behind the dark tinted glass of the passenger seat, was Mara Vance.
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I didn't offer a dramatic speech, I didn't roll down the window, and I didn't wave goodbye.
I simply watched as the doors of the marshal’s car slammed shut, taking Evelyn away to a federal holding facility.
