Chapter 3 - THE RETURN TO NEW YORKThree days later, our private jet touched down at Teterboro Airport under a heavy gray sky.
Julian and Celeste stepped off the aircraft first, wrapped in bespoke wool coats, already laughing about a charity gala they had to attend that evening. They walked like people who owned the horizon.
I followed a few paces behind, carrying my own handbag, feeling a strange, quiet calm settle over my bones.
As we walked toward the private terminal exit, three unmarked black SUVs suddenly pulled onto the tarmac, blocking our chauffeured limousine. Car doors flew open, and federal agents in tactical windbreakers flooded the runway, led by Marcus Vance.
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Julian stopped dead in his tracks, his smile instantly vanishing. "What is the meaning of this?! Do you know who my family is?!"
Marcus didn't blink. He walked straight past Julian, stopping directly in front of Celeste and me, holding out an arrest warrant signed by a federal judge.
