Chapter 16 - Federal Marshals Intercept Vanessa At The Private Airstrip
Vanessa rammed her Mercedes straight through the automated security gate of the Teterboro private aviation airstrip.
Her sports car skidded across the wet tarmac, coming to a violent halt directly at the base of a waiting twin-engine jet.
She leaped out of the car, grabbing her bags and sprinting toward the metal boarding stairs with tear-filled eyes.
Before her foot hit the first step, two black tactical SUVs roared across the runway, boxing in her vehicle completely.
Federal marshals poured out of the vehicles in full tactical gear, their weapons raised with professional discipline.
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“Vanessa Kensington! Drop your bags and put your hands behind your back immediately!” an agent commanded through a bullhorn.
She threw her designer luggage to the ground in absolute rage, screaming curses as heavy handcuffs snapped onto her wrists.
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