Chapter 4 - The Seizure of the SyndicateBack at the house, the red lock panels flashed from red to bright green.
CLICK-CLACK.
Every heavy deadbolt in the home unlocked simultaneously.
I pushed open the front glass door, stepping out onto the sunlit patio into the cool evening air.
Diane and Grantâs sister stood frozen on the lawn, staring at their phones in sheer, paralyzed terror as text messages and news alerts flooded their screens from guests at the gala!
âClaire...!â Diane stammered, her voice trembling violently as she backed away. âWhat... what did you just put on that screen?!â
âI put the truth on the screen, Diane,â I said, stepping past her in my crisp white blouse and black trousers, my posture regal and unshakeable.
Sirens echoed down the coastal highway.
Four police cruisers, accompanied by two black SUVs from the State Financial Crimes Division, sped up the long driveway, tires screeching against the gravel.
Officers rushed out, badges flashing under the evening lights.
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âClaire Bennett?â the lead detective asked, stepping forward with a warrant.
âI am Claire Bennett,â I replied calmly. âThe server logs, wiretap files, and remote locking overrides are fully extracted on this drive.â
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