Her expression changed immediately.
“Vanessa Calloway?”
I nodded once.
She touched her earpiece.
“We need paramedics immediately. Pregnant assault victim.”
Ryan snapped angrily, “She’s my wife! This is a private family matter—”
“Mr. Calloway,” Agent Bennett interrupted coldly, “you should stop talking.”
Charles straightened his jacket.
“On what grounds are you invading my event?”
Agent Bennett held up a federal warrant.
“Racketeering. Securities fraud. Money laundering. Bribery. Witness intimidation. Tax evasion. Criminal conspiracy.”
Each charge stripped another layer off the Calloway empire.
Vivian collapsed into a nearby chair.
Ryan stared at me in horror.
“You…”
I smiled again.
“Yes.”
Agent Bennett continued calmly.
“We received extensive evidence from a confidential source inside Calloway Enterprises.”
Charles looked at me differently then.
Not weak.
Not emotional.
