Chapter 8 - CheckmateSteel doors blew inward.
Smoke filled the room.
"FEDERAL MARSHALS!"
Tactical officers flooded the penthouse.
Julian reached beneath his jacket.
I drew my weapon first.
"Don't."
He froze.
The officers tackled him.
His face slammed against the marble floor.
"Cuffs."
Metal snapped around his wrists.
Julian stared at me with pure hatred.
"You think this changes anything?"
I said nothing.
"The Vanguard has a thousand heads."
He laughed.
"You cut off one and ten more grow."
I stepped closer.
"Then I'll keep cutting."
He was dragged away.
The elevator doors closed.
For several seconds, I stood completely still.
Then the silence returned.
But this time, it felt different.
I opened the ledger.
The first page contained names.
Board members.
Politicians.
Bankers.
Judges.
International investors.
The conspiracy was far larger than Arthur.
Julian had been only one piece.
I looked toward Manhattan.
Millions of lights glittered below.
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The city looked beautiful.
But beneath those lights, a war had already begun.
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