Chapter 10 - The Trap At Midnight
Victor didn't answer immediately; he looked out across the dark harbor where an unmarked Coast Guard cutter idled silently in the fog.
“You think you hold all the cards, Sterling?” Victor asked, his voice echoing across the empty, wind-swept docks.
“I know I do,” Sterling laughed arrogantly, snapping his fingers to signal two armed guards stepping out from the shadows.
“You’re standing on my turf now, Victor. Hand over the device, or the federal marshals will learn who you really are by morning.”
Before the guards could raise their weapons, the blinding high-beams of four black SUVs illuminated the entire pier in a wall of white light.
The doors flew open simultaneously, and twelve federal agents dressed in tactical gear swarmed the area with assault rifles raised.
“Drop your weapons! Federal law enforcement!” Officer Miller shouted, stepping forward with his badge held high in the glare of the headlights.
Sterling’s face turned instantly pale as his two guards dropped their pistols to the concrete and raised their hands in surrender.
Victor walked over, picked up the leather briefcase from the crate, and snapped open the metal latches to reveal the original Boston files.
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“You forgot one fundamental rule about doing business in America, Sterling,” Victor whispered, leaning in close to the trapped investor.
“You never threaten a man who owns the judges, the police, and the syndicate.”
