CHAPTER 4
Three hours later, inside the interrogation wing of the Chicago Federal Building, Sienna sat behind the heavy two-way mirror observing Matteo in cuffs.
Despite the shoulder wound, which had been quickly bandaged by federal paramedics, Matteo sat perfectly still, radiating an aura of total, terrifying dominance.
Agent Vance entered the observation room, holding a folder containing the confiscated financial ledgers and the offshore Panama banking documents Sienna had uncovered.
"The federal prosecutor is filing the indictment right now," Vance said cheerfully, pouring himself a cup of lukewarm office coffee. "He’s going away for life, Sienna."
"Something isn't right, Vance," Sienna spoke up, turning to face her superior officer with her hands pressed flat against the cold glass. "The Moretti hit squad didn't crash that office to execute Matteo; they knew exactly where my encrypted federal drive was placed."
Vance’s cheerful expression hardened slightly, his dark eyes narrowing as he took a slow sip of his coffee without answering her right away.
"You're overthinking it, Agent Hayes," Vance replied flatly, his tone dropping into a cool, professional distance that sent an alarm bell ringing in her head. "The cartel had a spotter on the street; they saw an opportunity and took it."
"No," Sienna insisted, stepping closer to him. "The second drive found on the gunman contained internal FBI routing numbers that only three people in our department have access to."
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Vance set his coffee cup down on the table, turning around slowly to look at her with an unsettling, dark smile that made her hand drop toward her holster.
Before she could unholster her weapon, the heavy steel door of the observation room opened, and two corrupt federal marshals stepped inside with drawn handguns.
