Chapter 17 - AIRPORT ARREST
Rain lashed against the runway asphalt at Teterboro Airport in New Jersey as a small private jet prepared for departure to the Bahamas.
Julian and his mother hurried up the mobile stairs, carrying four leather duffel bags crammed with stolen art pieces and remaining cash.
"Hurry up, Julian!" Eleanor screamed over the roar of the jet engines. "The pilot says we have five minutes before air traffic control locks the airspace!"
Suddenly, four black tactical SUVs swerved onto the tarmac, their sirens wailing loudly as they boxed in the private aircraft.
Dozens of federal agents poured out of the vehicles, drawing their service weapons and pointing them directly at the staircase.
"Eleanor Vance! Julian Vance! Step down from the aircraft with your hands above your heads!" an agent shouted through a bullhorn.
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Julian dropped his duffel bag, his knees giving out as he collapsed onto the wet metal steps in total despair.
Eleanor shrieked in fury, attempting to run inside the cabin, but two female federal officers intercepted her, forcing her onto the deck in handcuffs.
