CHAPTER 8: THE FEDERAL INTERVENTION
By Monday morning, the United States Attorney's office in Boston was reviewing a comprehensive forensic audit delivered directly by Julian Carter. The evidence was bulletproof, complete with digital fingerprints, IP addresses, and signed fraudulent tax returns.
Federal Judge Thomas Sterling didn't hesitate for a single second when the emergency warrant crossed his mahogany desk. He signed the asset freeze orders and federal arrest warrants with a heavy stroke of his fountain pen.
At precisely 10:00 AM, a convoy of black federal SUVs screeched to a halt outside the wrought-iron gates of the Back Bay mansion. Heavily armed federal marshals and IRS criminal investigators swarmed the pristine lawns, bypassing the security intercom entirely.
Helena Carter was sipping her morning espresso in the sunroom when the French doors were kicked open with a deafening crash. Two federal agents stepped into the room, their dark tactical vests emblazoned with bold white letters.
"Helena Carter, you are under arrest for federal wire fraud, interstate identity theft, and grand larceny," the lead special agent announced coldly, pulling out a pair of steel handcuffs.
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Helena dropped her porcelain teacup, watching it shatter into a thousand pieces against the imported marble floor. "This is an outrage! Do you know who I am?! My son owns this city!" she shrieked hysterically.
"Your son is the one who handed us the file," the agent replied smoothly, slapping the cuffs around her wrists with brutal finality.
