Chapter 6 - The Visitor In The Server Room
Standing in the doorway of the server room was a man wearing a dark trench coat and a grey fedora hat.
It was Agent David Miller, Elena’s former mentor from the Federal Bureau of Investigation in Washington D.C.
"Lower the weapon, Elena," Miller said softly, stepping into the blue light of the blinking server racks.
"I told you three years ago that some stones in this city are better left unturned."
Elena kept her weapon trained on his chest, her hazel eyes sharp despite the exhaustion dragging at her frame.
"You knew about my father, didn't you, David?" Elena asked, her voice tight with raw emotional pain.
"I knew Richard Vance was untouchable," Miller corrected her gently, taking another step closer.
"The Department of Justice isn't going to unseal those indictments, Elena. It would collapse three major banks on Wall Street."
Elena pulled the satellite drive from the server console, securing it inside her dirtied olive green shirt.
"I don't care about Wall Street, David," Elena said coldly. "Four good agents died in that swamp last night."
"If the Attorney General won't sign these warrants, I'll take this drive straight to the press in Washington."
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Miller let out a long, heavy sigh, reaching inside his coat to pull out a small silver recording device.
"Richard knew you'd say that," Miller whispered regretfully. "Which is why he sent me to ensure you don't leave Miami."
