Chapter 68 - The Serpent in the Bureau
The name sat on the page like a bloodstain on white silk.
Robert Vance.
I stood paralyzed, staring at the faded ink while the world spun violently off its axis.
Marcus Vance.
The federal agent who had led the raid on Preston’s office. The man who had walked through the doors of Courtroom 3B with gold marshals' badges. The investigator who had stood in the sleet at River Road and promised to dismantle the Bennett family’s empire.
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"No," Elizabeth whispered, backing away from the table. "Marcus helped us. Marcus put Lawrence Carter in cuffs on the pier!"
"Marcus Vance put Lawrence Carter in cuffs because Lawrence was no longer useful, Elizabeth," Larkin said, his tone devoid of passion, clinical and lethal as a post-mortem examination. "Robert Vance was Arthur Hale’s private bagman in the Virginia Department of Transportation for fifteen years[cite: 1]. He certified the structural integrity of the deep-water piers where the dark fleet unloaded."
