Chapter 3: The Wiretap Revelation
The ride home in the private town car was suffocating. Ethan was still "shaken," pouring himself a scotch with a hand that had suddenly stopped trembling. "I can't believe it," he muttered. "That woman in red. She almost killed our baby."
Claire watched him through the reflection of the window. His grief seemed... rehearsed.
When they arrived at their penthouse, Sarah was already there, waiting in the foyer with two federal agents in plainclothes. Ethan froze, his glass stopping halfway to his mouth.
"Ethan Vance," Sarah said, her voice dropping the facade of the meek assistant. "You’re under arrest for attempted murder and conspiracy to commit insurance fraud."
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"What is this?" Ethan demanded, his voice hardening instantly. "Is this some kind of prank?"
Sarah pulled a small, glowing device from inside her jacket—a federal recording transmitter. "We’ve been monitoring your offshore accounts and your encrypted communications for three months, Ethan. We heard every detail of your plan to liquidate your wife’s trust and collect the payout on the 'tragic accident.'"
