PART 5: The Flashing Lights
The sudden, blinding glare of red and blue lights illuminated the high dining room windows, sweeping across the grand chandelier. Heavy vehicles crunched against the gravel driveway, followed by the authoritative thud of car doors slamming shut outside my front porch. David dropped his head onto the table, letting out a pitiful groan as the reality of his imminent arrest finally crushed him.
Eleanor sprang from her seat, rushing to the window to see three black sedans accompanied by uniformed federal marshals stepping onto the porch. She shrieked, demanding to know why the authorities were invading her private family gathering on a holy afternoon. They weren’t here to mediate a domestic dispute; they were executing a federal seizure warrant for high-level wire fraud and grand larceny.
The heavy front door clicked open, and four federal agents marched into the dining room with absolute, military precision. Who had called the marshals to the house before dinner even started? Go to the next part to discover the horrifying truth…
