CHAPTER 5
Detective Miller stood in the center of the park, looking at the security footage retrieved from the local storefronts. He watched the elegant woman grab the child’s arm, pulling him toward the SUV with a chilling, clinical efficiency.
“These aren't kidnappers, sir,” his deputy noted, looking over his shoulder. “This is a high-profile custody grab. That’s Marcus Vance, the tech billionaire.”
Miller’s jaw tightened as he recognized the name; Marcus Vance had been the subject of numerous internal investigations regarding corporate fraud, all of which had been conveniently dropped. “It doesn’t matter who he is,” Miller growled. “No one gets to rip a child from their mother’s arms in the middle of a public park.”
He pulled out his phone, bypassing the usual bureaucracy and calling a contact within the District Attorney’s office. “I need a warrant for Vance’s estate. And I need it yesterday.”
Back at the mansion, Marcus was hosting a gala, the ballroom filled with the city’s most influential socialites. He stood on the balcony, looking down at his guests, believing he was untouchable behind his fortress of wealth and influence.
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Little did he know, the cracks in his armor were already beginning to spread. Elena was outside the estate gates, watching the lights, her heart beating with a rhythm of cold, lethal focus.
She wasn't there to beg for her son; she was there to start a war that would end with Marcus Vance in handcuffs. Tonight, the facade of the untouchable billionaire would finally crumble.
