“We have been monitoring their communications for the last forty-eight hours.”

“Every single transfer you made has been logged and sent to the authorities.”

Marcus stared at the camera, his mouth slightly open.

He looked smaller now, stripped of the wealth and influence he had used to terrorize me for years.

“You can’t do this to me,” Marcus whispered.

“I have people who will protect me.”

“Not anymore,” Adrian said.

“At this moment, federal warrants are being signed.”

“Your friends on the board are being rounded up as we speak.”

Marcus’s eyes darted to the window of his car.

In the background, blue and red lights began to reflect off the wet asphalt of the airport terminal.

The driver of the SUV put the vehicle in gear, the engine roaring through the phone’s microphone.

“Wait!” Marcus yelled to the driver.

The video feed shook violently as the car accelerated.

“They’re behind us!” the passenger shouted.

“Get us out of here!”

Marcus looked back at the camera, his eyes wide with a mixture of rage and terror.

“This isn’t over, Emily!” he screamed.

“I will find you!”