Chapter 9 - The Ghost Of Lake Michigan
“What did you say?” Dr. Vance gasped, his face turning pale as he stared at the senator in absolute horror.
“You heard me, Arthur,” Senator Rossi sneered, adjusting his silk tie with calm, terrifying arrogance.
“The Vance family has been trying to bring down my political network for three decades, and every single time, you fail.”
“Now hand over the physical drives, or your niece won't make it to her delivery date.”
Khloe took a deep, steadying breath, placing her hand protectively over her seven-month pregnant belly.
She didn't scream, she didn't cry, and she didn't show a single micro-expression of terror.
She pulled a small silver digital recorder from her coat pocket and pressed the stop button with a clear click.
“Thank you, Senator,” Khloe said, her voice dropping into a lethal, crystal-clear register.
“Special Agent Miller was listening to every word of that confession through the microphone in my lapel.”
The door behind Senator Rossi burst open, and four federal marshals flooded into the hallway with weapons drawn.
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Senator Rossi turned around in complete shock as heavy steel handcuffs were slapped onto his wrists.
“Richard Rossi, you are under federal arrest for extortion, witness intimidation, and conspiracy to commit murder,” the agent announced.
