Chapter 9 - Justice in Silver Creek
The gunshot echoed through the quiet neighborhood, finally alerting the local police. Within minutes, the safe house was swarming with federal agents and backup.
Silas was dead. The other hitmen were arrested. And the phone I had taken from Vance earlier? I handed it over to the FBI cyber division. They tracked its internal GPS pings and uncovered Vance's emergency extraction point—a private airfield forty miles away.
The FBI raided the airfield just as Vance was boarding a private jet to South America. He was dragged off the plane in handcuffs, screaming obscenities and threatening everyone around him.
The next morning, the local news stations were broadcasting the biggest scandal in Ohio's history. Vance Logistics was shut down. The cartel connection was exposed.
My mother, Teresa, and Aunt Beatrice were formally charged with conspiracy to commit murder, money laundering, and evidence tampering. Derek was charged with assault and accessory to murder.
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I stood in the courtroom gallery during their arraignment. They were led in wearing orange jumpsuits, their hands chained to their waists. My mother looked at me, her face pale and haggard. She opened her mouth, perhaps to beg for forgiveness, but I turned my back and walked out. They were no longer my family.
Dr. Evans, the corrupt coroner, was stripped of his medical license and faced decades in federal prison for falsifying the autopsy report. The entire rot that had infested Silver Creek was finally being ripped out by the roots.
