Chapter 9 - The House of Cards Falls
The takedown was absolute.
Faced with dozens of federal agents, Marcus’s men dropped their weapons and surrendered. Marcus, however, raised his gun toward me in a final act of desperation.
Before he could pull the trigger, an FBI sniper put a bullet through Marcus’s wrist. He screamed, dropping the gun and collapsing to the concrete.
Agents tackled him, slamming his face into the wet pavement.
Eleanor was sobbing hysterically, sinking to her knees in her designer coat. "Richard, please! They made me do it! I didn't want any of this!"
I walked over to her, looking down at the woman who had promised to love me and then tried to destroy me.
"Save it for the judge, Eleanor," I said coldly. "You're going to need a very good lawyer."
As they handcuffed my ex-wife and my betrayer, dragging them toward the armored transport vehicles, Agent Sterling—the DOJ contact—walked up to me.
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"Mr. Vance," the agent said, shaking my hand. "The data on that laptop just dismantled one of the largest money-laundering operations on the West Coast. Your frozen assets will be released by morning. You are a free man."
I looked out over the dark water of the Pacific, the heavy, suffocating weight of the past year finally lifting from my shoulders. I had lost everything, but I had fought my way back from the grave.
