He did not look at the other eight partners trembling against the wall.
He walked straight to Carter Holbrook, caught the billionaire by the collar of his double-breasted navy blazer with an unyielding, mechanical grip, and slammed his two-hundred-pound frame down onto the walnut table with concussive force:
*SLAM.
*
Carter’s cheek struck the broken glass of my family photograph, blood welling along his jawline:
*CLICK-CLACK.
*
A pair of heavy-duty, double-locking stainless-steel transport restraints ratcheted around Carter Holbrook’s manicured wrists with two sharp, definitive snaps that sounded like twin rifle shots across the quiet room:
“CARTER HOLBROOK,” Sergeant Vance’s voice boomed through the vaulted ceiling:
“UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF THE UNITED STATES DISTRICT COURT FOR THE DISTRICT OF COLORADO AND TITLE EIGHTEEN OF THE UNITED STATES CODE, YOU ARE PLACED UNDER IMMEDIATE ARREST FOR ATTEMPTED PREMEDITATED CAPITAL HOMICIDE, ENTERPRISE RACKETEERING (RICO), GRAND-SCALE MARITIME TITLE FORGERY, AND INTERSTATE WIRE FRAUD!”
