Chapter 6 - The Sting in Room 408Marcus reacted with the frantic desperation of a trapped animal. He grabbed Cecilia, shoving her forcefully toward the advancing federal agents, and bolted down the side gangway toward a speed boat docked at the end of the pier.

“Get back here, Voss!” Detective Miller roared, giving chase alongside two tactical officers.

Cecilia screamed as she stumbled over her high heels, crashing onto the wooden deck. An officer immediately pinned her arms behind her back, snapping heavy steel handcuffs around her wrists.

“You can’t touch me!” she shrieked, her silk scarf falling off to reveal her manicured, furious face. “I’m his mother! I haven't done anything illegal!”

“Save it for the federal grand jury, Mrs. Voss,” the officer grunted, hauling her up by her arm. “We have your voice on an encrypted wire admitting to a joint criminal enterprise.”

At the end of the pier, Marcus reached the speed boat, wildly trying to untie the thick mooring ropes with his shaking hands. He looked back, seeing three federal barrels pointed directly at his chest.

“It’s over, Marcus,” Detective Miller called out, his voice echoing across the water. “The coast guard has blocked the harbor channel. You aren't going anywhere.”

Marcus stood frozen on the edge of the boat, his handsome face twisted in a terrifying mask of rage and defeat. He looked at Detective Miller, then looked across the pier at me, standing tall and unbothered in my summer dress.

“Who the hell are you?” Marcus screamed, his voice breaking with desperation. “You were just a pathetic, lonely girl! You were nobody!”

I walked slowly down the pier, stepping past the scattered papers from his briefcase that were blowing in the ocean breeze. I pulled my leather credential wallet from my pocket and held it up for him to see.

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“My name is Senior Federal Examiner Maya Bennett,” I said, my voice cutting cleanly through the wind. “And you just attempted to defraud the United States Inspector General’s office.”

Marcus’s legs gave out. He collapsed backward onto the vinyl seats of the boat, his head in his hands, as the agents swarmed over the railing and forced his arms into iron cuffs.