Chapter 13 - Federal Marshals Raid The Groom’s Secret Downtown Loft
High above the rain-slicked streets of SoHo, federal marshals breached the heavy steel door of Garrison’s secret industrial loft.
Flashbangs detonated with deafening cracks, filling the spacious apartment with blinding white light and heavy smoke.
“Federal Marshals! Don't move!” shouted the lead officer, sweeping his tactical rifle across the expensive open-concept living room.
Garrison stumbled out of the master bedroom wearing rumpled pajamas, shielding his eyes from the harsh tactical flashlights.
Before he could reach for the briefcase filled with bearer bonds on the kitchen counter, heavy hands tackled him to the floor.
Steel handcuffs snapped tightly around his wrists with a cold, metallic click that echoed off the exposed brick walls.
“Garrison Vance, you are under federal arrest for wire fraud, identity theft, and interstate financial conspiracy,” the marshal announced.
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Garrison was hauled to his feet, his face pressed against the glass window as he looked down at the street filled with police cars.
His multi-million-dollar empire was gone, his freedom was forfeited, and his dreams of high-society power were completely shattered.
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