Chapter 9 - The Collapse
The police arrived in less than three minutes, sirens blaring, lights illuminating the rusted shipping containers.
David and the hitman were trapped. The hitman, a career criminal, wasn't about to go down without a fight. He fired a shot at a police cruiser, shattering the windshield.
The response was overwhelming. A SWAT team descended on the docks, forcing both men to surrender. They were dragged out in handcuffs, screaming at each other.
But the real victory came the next morning.
I walked into the police precinct, holding Sophie's hand, accompanied by Elias and a high-powered attorney paid for with Elias's savings. I slapped the red folder down on the detective’s desk.
"My husband hired the man you arrested last night to murder me and my daughter for a five-million-dollar insurance payout," I said.
The detective’s eyes widened as he read the premium receipts, the hacked emails, and the debt statements.
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David tried to deny it from his holding cell, but the hitman flipped on him immediately in exchange for a plea deal. He gave the police everything: the wire transfers, the burner phone numbers, the explicit instructions David had given him to "make it look like an accident."
David’s entire life collapsed in a matter of hours. The wealth manager who golfed with the chief of police was now facing federal charges for conspiracy to commit murder, wire fraud, and insurance fraud.
