The 'clean up' crew came in the morning and cleared the mansion of anything that might incriminate the Alcatraz brothers. They'd planned this perfectly to look like they had nothing to do with The Monarch and his claims.
After The Monarch was taken down, everything moved fast. The brothers had spent the entire night handling things the way only they knew how: burying evidence, sanitizing chaos, calling in debts owed by people whose names I didn’t even want to know.
By dawn, The Monarch and his men were already delivered to the FBI like neatly wrapped packages. Anonymous tips had flooded the Bureau. Jennifer too — screaming and cursing as they shoved her into the armored van. The Monarch’s whole organization was being squeezed, exposed, cornered.
The Alcatraz brothers didn’t look tired w
