Chapter 11 - THE TABLES TURN
Before the zip-ties could click around Elena's wrists, the private elevator chime echoed through the silent foyer.
The polished brass doors slid open to reveal Marcus Sterling stepping out into the lobby with casual, unhurried grace.
He wore a dark charcoal overcoat over his burgundy suit, holding a lit cigar between two tattooed fingers.
"Captain Hayes. I didn't realize the municipal police department offered late-night home delivery services," Marcus drawled smoothly.
Hayes froze, lowering his pistol slightly as cold sweat beaded along his forehead under the stark lobby lights.
"Mr... Mr. Sterling. You're violating federal zoning codes by operating past midnight. We have a valid warrant," Hayes stammered.
"A warrant signed by District Attorney Robert Vance, whose offshore bank accounts were frozen by the DOJ forty-five minutes ago," Marcus corrected flatly.
Captain Hayes's face drained of all color, his badge suddenly feeling like a heavy, suffocating anchor around his neck.
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Elena stepped out of the officer's grip, dusting off her navy blue skirt with slow, deliberate gestures.
"Would you like to read the federal superseding indictment now, Captain, or would you prefer to wait for your own arrest warrant?" Elena asked softly.
