Chapter 8 - The Aftermath of Chaos
By 3:00 AM, the grand mansion was practically empty, transformed into an active federal crime scene.
Yellow police tape crisscrossed the polished hardwood floors where expensive wine had spilled hours earlier.
Clara sat on the edge of the terrace stone fountain, wrapped in a warm wool blanket provided by paramedics.
Agent Miller walked out onto the patio, holding two hot cups of black coffee in his hands.
“You brought down a multi-billion dollar criminal enterprise single-handedly tonight, young lady,” Miller said gently.
He handed her a cup, pulling up a iron chair to sit across from the brave young woman.
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“I only did what was right. My sister suffered because of their greed years ago,” Clara whispered into the cold night air.
She looked out over the sprawling Los Angeles skyline, feeling a profound weight finally lift off her shoulders.
