Chapter 17 - The Raid On Threadneedle Street
Two miles away, at the historic main branch of the Bank of England on Threadneedle Street, federal officers stepped into the underground vault.
Special Agent Miller walked up to Box 902, inserting Edward Vance’s silver key into the primary Tumbler alongside the bank director.
The heavy iron door clicked open with a deep, echoing thud that resonated through the subterranean stone chamber.
Inside sat seven black leather bound volumes containing three decades of handwritten bribe ledgers and offshore shell transactions.
The documents detailed over eight hundred million dollars in illegal payments made to high-ranking international judges to fix corporate cases.
Special Agent Miller pulled his encrypted phone from his coat pocket, dialing Khloe’s direct line as he examined the top volume.
Inside Westminster Hall, Khloe’s phone vibrated in her hand; she placed it to her ear while staring directly at Sir Reginald Croft.
“We have the ledgers, Khloe,” Agent Miller’s voice rang out clearly. “The entire judicial network is documented right here.”
Sir Reginald dropped his cracked champagne glass onto the stone floor, the crystal shattering into dozens of sharp fragments at his feet.
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Four plainclothes officers from Scotland Yard stepped out from behind the stone pillars, surrounding the Chief Justice with arrest warrants.
“Sir Reginald Croft, you are under arrest for grand corruption, treason, and conspiracy to commit murder,” the lead inspector announced.
