Chapter 7 - The Federal Invasion
Tires screeched loudly outside the emergency hospital doors.
Three black federal SUVs pulled up onto concrete curb.
Armed FBI agents stepped out wearing blue tactical vests.
They pushed through the automatic glass doors with force.
Special Agent Harris led the team with gun drawn.
"FBI! Nobody move! Stay where you are right now!"
Agent Harris pointed his weapon directly at Doctor Vance.
"Doctor Robert Vance, step away from that computer console!"
Doctor Vance raised his hands slowly, trembling with terror.
"Agent, this is an internal hospital administrative matter!"
"This is not an administrative matter, Vance," Harris.
"We intercepted your pharmaceutical firm's wire transfers."
"We have full wiretaps of your phone calls today."
Two agents grabbed Doctor Vance, forcing him against wall.
Steel handcuffs clicked shut around his wrists instantly today.
Outside on driveway, two agents dragged David back inside.
David was handcuffed, his plaid shirt dirty and messy.
He was screaming threats about his corporate legal team.
Agent Harris walked over to my rolling stretcher side.
He looked down at me with deep, respectful concern.
"Mrs. Emily Vance, you are safe now," Harris.
"We have been monitoring your father-in-law for six."
"We knew they were planning something for your delivery."
"We just needed the physical contract as hard proof."
"And your husband provided it on system today."
I looked at the federal agent, breathing heavily now.
"Is my baby going to be okay?" I.
Nurse checked the fetal heart monitor monitor unit fast.
The steady, rapid beating sound filled the lobby room.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, echoed clearly across space.
"Baby's heart rate is strong and stable, Emily."
The female nurse told me, tears in her eyes.
I let out a long, ragged sob of relief.
My innocent child was alive and safe inside me.
The evil plot to harvest our lives was destroyed.
Michael was pulled up off the floor by agents.
He glared at me as they dragged him away.
"You won't survive the trial, Emily!" Michael shouted.
"My family owns every judge in this state city!"
Agent Harris chuckled coldly, following them out door.
"Not where you're going, Michael," Harris replied.
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"Federal treason charges carry no bail in this district."
📖 Chapter 8 reveals the secret blood test results that expose Michael's daily poisoning scheme. Keep reading below. 👇
