Chapter 8
The heavy brass door knocker echoed loudly through the silent foyer as the state troopers demanded immediate entry into the residence.
Logan walked slowly toward the front door, his light beige suit looking rumpled and defeated as he unlocked the heavy deadbolt.
He pulled the door open, revealing the cold, professional faces of law enforcement officers holding thick manila folders.
"Logan Vance and Eleanor Vance?" the lead trooper asked crisply, stepping across the threshold without hesitation.
"You are hereby served with federal arrest warrants for corporate tax evasion, securities fraud, and racketeering."
Eleanor rushed into the foyer, her face twisted in absolute aristocratic outrage as she pointed an accusing finger at the officers.
"Do you know who we are? We are pillars of this community! This is an outrageous mistake!" Eleanor shrieked hysterically.
"There is no mistake, madam," the trooper replied coldly, snapping heavy steel handcuffs around Logan's wrists first.
"The warrants were authorized directly by the federal district attorney's office based on an emergency audit submitted by Sterling Industries."
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Logan didn't fight back, offering his hands passively to the officers as the cold steel cuffs clicked into place.
He knew instantly that fighting back was as futile as trying to stop the Atlantic Ocean from crashing against the shore.
