Chapter 8 - The Interception At Teterboro
By 3:30 a.m., three dark armored SUVs sped across the rain-slicked tarmac at Teterboro Airport in New Jersey under heavy floodlights.
Ten armed federal agents spilled out onto the concrete, moving quickly toward a sleek Gulfstream jet idling near Private Hangar 4.
Inside the luxury jet cabin, Senator Richard Vance sat in a swivel leather chair, sipping cognac while Victoria paced the aisle hysterically.
“We have to leave now, Dad!” Victoria shrieked, clutching her designer handbag against her red dress. “Mark knows everything!”
“He kicked me out of the house! He’s going to check the security camera files in the morning!”
Senator Vance set his glass down, looking at his daughter with cold, calculating contempt as he adjusted his gold cufflinks.
“Calm down, Victoria,” Senator Vance snapped. “Mark is a weak romantic who has no idea how corporate law works in this country.”
“His father’s trust expires at midnight tomorrow. Without an official heir registered with the probate court, the assets default to my firm.”
Before Victoria could answer, the cabin door was thrown wide open, and federal officers flooded into the plane with weapons raised.
“Senator Richard Vance! Victoria Vance! Stay where you are!” Agent Miller shouted, flashing his silver badge under the cabin lights.
Senator Vance dropped his cognac glass onto the carpet, his face turning a deep, sickly shade of purple as heavy steel handcuffs clicked over his wrists.
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Victoria shrieked hysterically, backing into the rear galley as a female officer grabbed her arms, forcing her down onto the leather seat.
The multi-million-dollar escape plan engineered across five years of deception had crashed into total, undeniable ruin on a rain-soaked tarmac.
