Three months later, Emerie sat in a federal courtroom in Washington, D.C.
This time, she wasn't on trial.
She wasn't testifying.
She was watching.
Across the aisle, a line of prosecutors stood before the grand jury, presenting evidence of a corporate dynasty's criminal empire—money laundering, offshore bribery, orchestrated accidents, and political interference.
At the center of it all: Silas Macadam.
Extradited. Shackled. Silent.
Emerie watched the old man sit motionless, like a fossil cracked open for the world to examine.
She felt no triumph.
Only closure.
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**At a secure medical wing inside a federal prison complex.**
Antony Macadam sat in a wheelchair, shoulder stiff from the sniper wound, eyes shadowed by fluorescent lights.
An FBI interviewer read him his rights.
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