Chapter 9 - THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE
While Elena was recovering in a heavily guarded, secure maternity suite, the federal sweep of Garrett Hartford’s empire began. Agent Vance visited her the next morning, pulling up a chair beside her bed. Elena’s arm was casted, and her daughter was sleeping soundly in the bassinet beside her.
"He's cooperating," Vance told her, his voice low. "The moment we threatened him with federal maximum security and cartel retaliation for the lost funds, he folded like a cheap suit. He's giving us the accounts, the ledgers, the names of the corrupt officials he paid off. He's going away forever, Elena."
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Elena looked at her sleeping daughter. "He told me he broke my arm because I was late with dinner."
"He broke your arm because he knew the walls were closing in," Vance said gently. "His accounts were frozen this morning. He was stressed, he was desperate, and he took it out on the only person he felt he could still control. But he was wrong. You saved yourself, Elena. And you saved her."
