Chapter 18 - The Corrupt Federal Prosecutor Makes A Terrifying Phone Call
Inside a private mahogany-paneled office in downtown Manhattan, Marcus Vance swirled scotch in a heavy crystal glass. His desk phone rang with a secure, encrypted line that only high-ranking operatives could access.
He pressed the speaker button calmly, expecting a report from his tactical clean-up squad in the restaurant cellar. "Sir, the cellar was cleared, but the Dubois girl and Moretti escaped through the old transit tunnels," his agent reported.
Vance's face hardened into a mask of pure fury, his knuckles turning white around the crystal glass. "Incompetent fools!" Vance roared. "If those ledgers go public, the entire Department of Justice will collapse!"
Before the agent could reply, his secure line beeped with an incoming call waiting alert. Vance clicked over to the second line, his expression shifting into one of cold amusement as Rex Miller spoke.
"Marcus, it's Rex. I got a tip on Moretti and the girl's location from a socialite named Camilla Russo," the journalist reported. "They're hiding out at the old Pier 14 maritime warehouse in Brooklyn."
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Vance smiled a thin, predatory smile that didn't reach his cold eyes. "Thank you, Rex. Make sure Miss Russo stays right where she is to verify the tip," Vance ordered smoothly.
He hung up the phone and pressed his intercom button to summon his private tactical detail. "Move the strike team to Pier 14 in Brooklyn," Vance commanded. "Leave no survivors."
