*ZAS! *
“You were the one who threw the drops in the tea every Tuesday!” cried Paula, with tears of manic fury running for her makeup. You told me you loved me! You told me that once Laura signed the divorce papers, you and I would take the sixty-four million to Zurich and leave her with nothing!
“Shut up! Shut your mouth, psycho bitch!” Diego roared, violently pushing Paula back against the examination sink.
* METAL SOUND. *
“FEDERAL AGENTS! DON’T MOVE!”
The two tactical operators reduced the distance by half a second.
*PLAF! PLAF! *
Diego was thrown upside down on the cold linoleum floor, his cheek crushed against the scattered speculums, his arms brutally twisted behind his back as high-strength steel bars swung around his wrists with a resounding *CLICC-CLAC*.
Paula was cornered against the wall, with her hands in handcuffs, sobbing in an attack of uncontrolled hysteria.
Special Agent Marcus Vance passed over Diego's body, which was twisted in handcuffs, and stopped by my bed.
Marcus put his hand in his pocket and took out an unsealed federal arrest warrant, with golden relief, bearing the embossed stamp of the **President of the United States** and the **U.S. Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court (FISC)**:
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