Chapter 8 - The Federal Investigation Team Moving In Silently
While the elite guests took their seats at the banquet tables, the freight elevators in the basement hummed quietly.
A tactical unit of federal marshals and special investigators stepped out into the service corridor.
Led by Special Agent Vance, the team fanned out to secure every exit and perimeter door of the hotel ballroom.
Dr. Weston was escorted down the center aisle of the service corridor in handcuffs, looking pale and terrified.
“Remember, just follow my lead and state the facts of the embezzlement clearly,” Agent Vance instructed the doctor.
Upstairs in the penthouse, Catherine watched the security monitors as the federal team locked down the venue.
Little Penelope lay sleeping soundly in her crib, completely unaware of the historical justice unfolding around her.
Catherine gripped the edge of the desk, whispering a silent prayer for Samuel down in the ballroom.
The silence before the storm was heavier than any physical weight she had carried during her two years of hiding.
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Downstairs, the lights dimmed slightly as the chairman of the board stepped up to the podium.
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