CHAPTER 3
The heavy reinforced doors exploded inward as a tactical team of FBI strike operatives swarmed the blood-soaked office with assault rifles raised high.
"FBI! Don't move! Hands where we can see them!" the tactical team leader screamed, painting Matteo's chest with half a dozen red laser sights.
Sienna lowered her weapon slowly, pulling out her official federal credentials as her supervisory agent, Richard Vance, stepped into the ruined room.
"Outstanding work, Agent Hayes," Vance declared, a smug, cold smile spreading across his sharp face as he looked at the wounded syndicate kingpin. "You brought down the untouchable Matteo DeLuca in less than a month."
Matteo didn't look at the tactical team or the federal supervisor; his eyes remained pinned exclusively on Sienna as heavy steel handcuffs clicked around his thick wrists.
"She didn't bring me down, Vance," Matteo said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion as blood trickled onto the polished hardwood floor. "I let her in."
Sienna felt a strange, suffocating lump form in her throat as she watched two tactical officers roughly drag the bleeding crime boss toward the private elevator bay.
"Secure the server drives and take the target into federal custody at the downtown field office!" Agent Vance ordered, turning to pat Sienna on her shoulder. "You're getting a commendation for this, Hayes."
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Sienna looked down at her spilled black purse, staring at the encrypted drive labeled OPERATION DELUCA lying beside the dead Moretti gunman.
A sudden, chilling realization hit her as she noticed a second, identical drive tucked inside the dead hitman's pocket—a drive that shouldn't exist unless someone inside the FBI had tipped off the cartel.
