Chapter 7 - The Midnight Raid
At exactly 12:01 AM, the transfer initiated. And immediately bounced.
On the monitors, we watched Marcus's laptop screen flash a bright red ACCESS DENIED.
"What the hell is this?" Marcus shouted, slamming his fist on the table. "The account is frozen! The funds aren't moving!"
Victoria panicked, grabbing her phone. "Call the bank! Call someone!"
"I don't need to call the bank," a voice boomed from the front door.
It was me. I walked through the double doors of my own home, flanked by four armed federal agents and two local police officers.
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Victoria dropped her phone. It shattered on the marble floor. Marcus scrambled backward, knocking over a crystal vase that shattered into a million pieces.
"Hello, Victoria," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "My trip to Chicago got canceled."
