Chapter 7
Down in the subterranean garage, Martha the housekeeper was loading two heavy canvas bags into the trunk of a silver Lexus.
She had filled the bags with stolen silverware, bearer bonds, and confidential documents taken from the study safe.
She started the engine, shifting into drive and slamming her foot onto the accelerator as the automatic garage door opened.
The Lexus roared down the long winding driveway toward the steel estate gates at sixty miles per hour.
Suddenly, two reinforced armored trucks smashed through the front gates, blocking the exit in an impenetrable wall of steel.
Martha slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching loudly as the Lexus spun out on the wet gravel and crashed into a oak tree.
Before she could unbuckle her seatbelt, the vehicle doors were ripped open by two masked tactical operatives wearing black uniforms.
"Get out of the car!" an operator barked, dragging Martha out onto the cold pavement.
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Martha screamed in sheer panic, her charcoal gray uniform covered in mud as she was forced to her knees.
Jackson stepped out from behind the lead armored vehicle, holding a military-grade tablet displaying her arrest warrant.
