The hotel suite overlooking the Chicago River was quiet, save for the low hum of the climate control unit and the faint, distant wail of a city siren.
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Chapter 7 / 10
Chapter 7 - THE FEDERAL ARRIVALWithin ten minutes, the apartment was filled with flashing red and blue lights reflecting off the wet pavement of Lake Shore Drive down below.
Local police and federal financial crimes investigators swarmed the building.
Lucas was handcuffed and shoved into the back of an unmarked cruiser, his face pale and broken, realizing that his little empire of intimidation and control had completely evaporated in less than twenty-four hours.
I stood by the shattered doorway, wrapped in a warm wool coat Dante had draped over my shoulders.
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"Are you alright?" Dante asked, stepping up beside me, his gaze softening as he looked down at me.
"I'm better than alright," I replied, holding up the black hard drive. "I'm free."
