Chapter 9 - The Federal Raid
Adrian and I rushed to the grand foyer as the front doors were pushed open.
Three men in dark suits walked in, accompanied by two armed local police officers.
The lead man pulled a badge from his jacket pocket and held it out toward me.
"Eleanor Whitmore?" the man asked in an icy tone.
"I am Special Agent Vance from the Financial Crimes Enforcement Network."
"What is the meaning of this?" Daniel demanded, stepping in front of me.
"This is private property!"
"We have a federal warrant to seize all financial records, servers, and hard drives associated with the Whitmore Estate," Agent Vance announced flatly.
"On what grounds?" I asked, keeping my composure despite the storm brewing inside me.
"An anonymous whistleblower provided credible evidence this morning that Whitmore Global Foundation has been laundering foreign capital through offshore accounts in Liechtenstein," Vance replied.
He gestured to the officers behind him.
"Begin the sweep."
I stood tall, watching as federal agents moved through my home, pulling laptops from desks and seizing financial files.
My eyes swept past the front doors toward the driveway outside.
Parked across the street under the shade of a large oak tree was a dark luxury SUV.
The rear window rolled down slowly.
Sitting in the back seat was a man with silver hair, wearing an expensive tailored suit.
He held a glass of scotch in his hand and raised it toward me in a silent, mocking toast.
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It was Julian Whitmore.
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