Chapter 6: The Fall of the House of Blackwell

The lead federal agent reached the altar before Adrian could take a second step.

He grabbed Adrian by the collar of his custom Italian tuxedo and threw him forcefully against the polished wood of the front pew.

“Adrian Blackwell,” the agent said, his voice a sharp, emotionless bark that cut through the hysteria of the crowd. “You are under arrest. You are being detained on multiple federal charges, including wire fraud, embezzlement, witness intimidation, corporate espionage, and conspiracy to commit aggravated assault.”

Vanessa Cross tried to run.

She scrambled out of the pew, abandoning her champagne fascinator on the floor, and bolted toward the side exit.

“Ms. Cross! Stop right there!” another agent yelled, intercepting her before she reached the stone arches.