Chapter 47 - The Midnight Convoy to Hampton Roads
"June, don't do something stupid," Arthur warned, his voice losing its aristocratic calm.
"I’m not doing something stupid," I said. "I’m closing the account."
I didn't transfer the funds to Switzerland. Instead, using the master override sequence Miller provided, I transmitted the entire unredacted ledger—all seventy volumes of domestic bribes, international holding shell companies, and the covert accounts used by Eleanor—directly to the secure server of the United States Attorney General and every federal district court between Atlanta and New York.
On the screen, a red warning icon flashed over Arthur’s desktop terminal. The private jet behind Claire shut down its engines as federal sirens began to wail across the Zurich tarmac in the background. Swiss federal police cruisers swept into the hangar frame, their blue emergency lights flashing against the white metal walls.
"You miserable little ingrate—" Claire screamed, lunging toward the camera before a uniformed European officer tackled her onto the polished concrete floor.
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Arthur didn't scream. He simply stared into the camera lens with absolute venom as two tactical officers pinned his arms behind his back. The connection severed with a violent burst of static.
"That handles Europe," Miller said, exhaling a long breath. "Now we deal with your mother."
