Insight

CHAPTER 8

Inside the regional FBI headquarters in downtown Seattle, I sat in a high-security conference room wrapped in a thick fleece blanket, drinking hot black coffee.

Agent Reed placed a thick folder on the table, opening it to reveal wiretap transcripts, banking records, and photographs of prominent Seattle elites.

"Saint Matthew's Women's Clinic was a hub for an illegal adoption network operating out of King County for over two decades," Agent Reed explained. "Dr. Pike and Judge Grant targeted young mothers with medical complications, declaring their infants deceased before selling them to high-net-worth clients."

"Daniel used my daughter to pay off his corporate debts," I said, my voice hollow and trembling with deep rage. "He traded my baby so he could buy into his tech firm."

"We know," Reed nodded grimly. "We had the financial trail, but we lacked physical proof of the fraudulent birth certificates until Nurse Miriam sent that USB drive to our office yesterday morning."

"Miriam sent it to you too?" I asked, looking up sharply.

"Yes," Reed confirmed. "She mailed duplicate flash drives to federal prosecutors before she passed away. We were preparing to issue arrest warrants next week, but your husband's security team realized the net was closing."

Suddenly, the glass door of the conference room opened, and a young agent leaned in with an urgent look on her face.

"Agent Reed! We just picked up a distress call from the Whitaker residence in Bellevue," the agent reported quickly. "Eleanor Whitaker called 911 reporting a home invasion... by Daniel Mendoza and his private security team."

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I stood up instantly, dropping my coffee cup onto the table as cold panic seized my throat.

"They're going to eliminate the Whitakers to destroy the paper trail!" I shouted. "Sophie is in that house!"

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