Chapter 8 - Unraveling the SyndicateBy sunrise, federal marshals and local task force units had completely secured the estate. The remaining operatives sent by Rossi were loaded into armored transport vans, while forensic accountants swarmed the study to seize every digital server and paper file connected to Rossi’s domestic infiltration ring.
Evelyn Crane was taken away in handcuffs, her face pale and broken as she realized her loyalty to a ruthless cartel had bought her nothing but a prison cell.
I stood on the front steps of the mansion, watching the morning sun break over the iron gates. The air was crisp, carrying the clean scent of autumn and lake water.
A sleek black federal sedan pulled up to the main entrance, and Sarah Vance stepped out, holding a thick manila folder stamped with red classified markers.
“Looks like you had a busy night, Adrian,” Sarah said, walking up the stone steps with a tired, professional smile. “We raided Rossi’s downtown warehouse an hour ago. Seized his entire financial ledger. Every shell company, every corrupt official, and every operative on his payroll.”
“And Rossi?” I asked, sliding my hands into my pockets.
“Locked away in solitary. He’ll never see a courtroom, let alone another sunrise outside federal prison,” Sarah replied, handing me the folder. “And as for your estate... it turns out Evelyn wasn't just stealing operational funds. She was acting as the financial conduit for an entire network of corporate espionage targeting your shipping routes.”
“My shipping routes are secure now,” I said coldly.
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Sarah nodded, glancing toward the east wing windows before looking back at me. “Word on the street is you saved a maid and her little girl last night. Not exactly standard mafia protocol, Moretti.”
“People who work under my roof are my responsibility, Sarah,” I replied. “That’s the difference between a syndicate and a fortress.”
