Chapter 6 - The Manhattan Police Seal Off The Luxury Penthouse
Before Richard could draw a weapon or summon his own associates, the sharp wail of police sirens echoed from the street below.
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, red and blue emergency lights flashed across the skyscrapers of the Manhattan skyline.
The heavy double doors of the penthouse burst open, admitting a tactical unit of the New York City Police Department.
“Nobody move! Federal and local warrants are active for everyone inside this residence!” the lead captain commanded loudly.
Richard’s confident mask slipped for a split second as uniformed officers flooded the ballroom, blocking every possible exit.
“You called the federal authorities?” Richard hissed, glaring venomously at Lucas across the polished marble floor.
“I didn't just call local police, Richard; the Department of Justice has been tracking your offshore accounts for months,” Lucas replied.
Two officers stepped up behind Richard, clamping heavy steel handcuffs securely around his wrists with a sharp, metallic click.
“This isn't over, Lucas! The federal prosecutors don't have the original banking authorizations!” Richard screamed as he was dragged away.
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Eleanor watched him go, feeling a profound wave of relief wash over her after ten long years of living in the dark.
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