Chapter 7 - THE FEDERAL RAID
Three massive, heavily armored federal transport vehicles smashed violently through the locked airfield gates.
Dozens of heavily armed, tactical FBI agents poured out of the trucks, completely surrounding the private jet in seconds.
“Drop your weapons and get flat on the ground right now!” the lead tactical agent screamed through a loud, crackling megaphone.
I slowly lowered my pistol, placing it carefully on the wet, oily tarmac before raising my hands in the air.
Two massive agents quickly tackled the fleeing Silas face-first into the cold mud, securing his wrists tightly with heavy steel cuffs.
Arthur stood completely frozen, the heavy rain washing away his perfectly styled silver hair and his pristine reputation.
He finally looked exactly like what he truly was: a pathetic, broken old man who had finally run out of lies.
A federal agent aggressively slammed Arthur against the cold metal side of his own private jet, roughly reading him his Miranda rights.
“Arthur Sterling, you are officially under arrest for criminal conspiracy to commit murder and massive, international corporate fraud.”
The lead federal prosecutor stepped out of a black armored SUV and walked purposefully over to where I was standing.
He held up a clear plastic evidence bag containing the bloody onyx cufflink and Evelyn’s incredibly detailed medical reports.
“You successfully built a stronger, more airtight case in forty-eight hours than my entire federal department could have managed in a year, Mrs. Sterling.”
“They coldly killed my husband in cold blood,” I said simply, watching the two men get violently dragged away.
“I was absolutely never going to let them get away with it.”
The flashing red and blue police lights brightly illuminated the wet tarmac, permanently signaling the absolute end of Arthur’s reign of terror.
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The multi-billion-dollar empire they had brutally killed for was now entirely, legally in my capable hands.
And they were going to slowly rot in a dark federal prison for the rest of their natural, miserable lives.
