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Pier 17 was dead quiet when the high-speed boat pulled up against the slick wooden pilings. Rain continued to pour down in sheeted curtains, blurring the neon lights of lower Manhattan.

Three black armored SUVs sat idling on the cobblestone plaza, their red and blue strobe lights flashing silently against the wet ground. As Richard stepped off the boat carrying Leo, surrounded by Maria, a dozen heavily armed Federal Marshals stepped out, forming a tactical perimeter around them.

Victoria Vance marched forward, wearing a long charcoal coat, her dark hair pulled back in a sharp tail. When her eyes fell upon the soot-covered, fragile little boy sitting in Richard's arms, her professional composure instantly shattered.

"My God... Leo," Victoria gasped, dropping to her knees on the wet asphalt. Tears welled up in her sharp eyes as she looked at her small nephew. "It really is you..."

"Hi, Aunt Victoria," Leo said softly, giving her a faint, weak wave. "I recorded Uncle Julian's voice. He was very mean."

Victoria wiped a tear from her cheek, her face hardening into an expression of sheer fury. She stood up and turned to the Lead Federal Marshal. "Issue an immediate arrest warrant for Julian Vance and Eleanor Sterling. Charge them with kidnapping, attempted murder, grand larceny, and corporate fraud. Freeze every asset tied to Sterling Global immediately."

"Ma'am!" a young agent ran up, holding a tactical tablet. "We just picked up a signal from John F. Kennedy International Airport. A private Gulfstream jet owned by a Sterling subsidiary just filed a direct flight plan for Dubai. It’s scheduled to take off in twenty minutes!"

Richard’s eyes narrowed. "They’re fleeing the country. If that jet hits international airspace, we’ll never get them back."

"They won't take off," Victoria stated coldly, pulling out her phone. "I’ll ground the air space."

"No," Richard interrupted, taking the voice recorder from his son’s hands and sliding it into his jacket. "If you ground the flight, they’ll abandon the airport and disappear into the city under fake identities. We need to catch them on that plane, with the stolen assets in their hands."