Chapter 20 - The Boston Raid
At 6:00 AM the next day, four heavy tactical FBI transport vans pulled up outside a glass high-rise on Boylston Street in Boston.
Connor sat inside the mobile command unit, watching live surveillance camera feeds displayed across four monitors.
Federal agents wearing tactical vests and holding battering rams breached the private elevator entrance of the penthouse suite.
Inside the sprawling luxury apartment, an elderly man with slicked white hair and a silk robe was caught by surprise.
Charles Sterling dropped his coffee cup onto the Persian rug as armed agents swarmed the living room with drawn weapons.
"Charles Sterling, FBI! On the ground right now!" the team leader shouted, forcing the seventy-year-old man onto the floor.
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Connor watched the screen as steel handcuffs clicked around the wrists of the man who had tormented Sarah’s life for decades.
Justice had finally arrived, swift and unyielding as an avalanche.
