Chapter 7 - THE RECKONING OF NORTH BRIDGE
Before Dr. Vance or Caroline could move toward the exit doors, the heavy double doors of the boardroom burst open.
A team of twelve federal agents from the FBI Financial Crimes and Homicide Division swept into the room, flanked by uniformed Boston police officers.
Leading the team was Special Agent Sarah Miller, holding a stack of federal arrest warrants.
"Julian Vance, Caroline Vance, and Victor Vance—who was apprehended thirty minutes ago at the South Boston warehouse," Agent Miller announced loudly, her voice echoing through the glass hall. "You are all under arrest for the murder of Leo Mercer, federal grand larceny, corporate fraud, and illegal administration of controlled chemical neurotoxins."
Caroline shrieked as an agent grabbed her arms, twisting them behind her back and slapping heavy steel handcuffs onto her wrists.
"Grant! Please! Listen to me!" Caroline sobbed hysterically, her polished elegance evaporating into pathetic desperation. "Julian forced me into this! I loved you! I was trying to protect you!"
Grant looked at her with icy, unwavering contempt. "You didn't love me, Caroline. You loved the sixty million dollars you thought my silence was worth."
Dr. Vance tried to bolt toward the private executive elevator, but Marcus stepped into his path, dropping the doctor to the floor with a swift, powerful sweep of his leg. The agents pinned Vance to the rug, securing his wrists in cuffs.
As Dr. Vance was dragged past Grant, he looked at his former patient—the man he had kept in the dark for three years—with pure, defeat-filled horror.
Grant reached down, picked up little Maya, and held her safely in his arms.
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Maya looked at Dr. Vance, lifted her small hand, and signed three simple words: YOU ARE GOING TO PRISON.
The entire boardroom watched in awe as the three conspirators were marched out of the building in handcuffs, their three-year empire of theft and murder permanently destroyed.
