Chapter 9 - The Federal Intervention
By the time the sun started to rise, we had driven straight to the FBI field office in downtown Chicago.
Mark used his military credentials to bypass the front desk and get us directly into the director's office.
We slammed the black hard drive onto the mahogany desk.
"This is the client ledger for the Evelyn Thorne trafficking syndicate," Mark announced to the stunned federal agents.
Within minutes, the room was swarming with cyber-crimes agents and federal prosecutors.
They verified the data, their expressions growing more horrified with every file they opened.
"We have enough evidence here to arrest over two hundred high-profile individuals," the lead agent said, looking at me with absolute shock.
"I want my mother-in-law arrested, and I want my wife investigated for complicity," I demanded.
The FBI acted with unprecedented speed.
Within two hours, tactical teams raided the house with the blue door.
They arrested Evelyn, the photographer, and several clients who had foolishly returned to the scene.
Simultaneously, a federal team arrived at my house and placed Sarah under arrest.
She cried and played the victim, claiming she was blackmailed by her own mother.
But the text messages found on Evelyn's phone proved Sarah was fully aware and happily accepted the blood money.
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The nightmare was finally being ripped out by the roots.
I felt a massive, crushing weight lift off my chest for the first time in twenty-four hours.
