Chapter 2:The War RoomThe air in the FBI field office's dedicated Vitale Task Force room was a static blend of burnt coffee, adrenaline, and old printer toner. It was past midnight, but the banks of monitors glowed like a synthetic sunrise, illuminating the faces of a dozen analysts, agents, and forensic accountants.Agent Ethan Vance stood before a massive whiteboard, marker in hand. On the board was a sprawling, multicoloured diagram. At its centre was a heavily circled name in black ink: VITALE, LEO. Extending outward were dozens of colour-coded lines: blue for political connections, red for violent crime, and, in a newly drawn green, the complex web of legitimate corporations managed by the son.Ethan was the picture of focused control. His suit was sharp, his tie precise, and his pale eyes held the unblinking clarity of a man who hadn't slept, but didn't need to. He wasn't loud or bombastic; his authority came from the simple, terrifying fact that he was always the smartest pers
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