Chapter 3: The Man Who Chose the Wrong Victim
The attacker finally found his voice.
"This is impossible."
"You have no authority."
The woman slowly removed the torn evening shawl covering her shoulder.
Pinned beneath it was a discreet government credential.
Federal Intelligence Directorate.
Special Investigations Division.
His knees nearly gave way.
"You..."
She stepped closer until only inches separated them.
"For three years..."
"You bribed judges."
"You destroyed witnesses."
"You financed organized crime."
"And tonight..."
"You assaulted a federal officer while under active investigation."
His breathing became uneven.
"I... I didn't know..."
"No."
She interrupted quietly.
"You simply believed no one could touch you."
Handcuffs clicked around his wrists.
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The sound echoed louder than the orchestra ever had.
The man who had laughed only minutes earlier was led away without another word.
