Standing right at the exit of the jet bridge was a line of six uniformed Federal Marshals, flanked by two officers from the LAPD Child Abduction Unit, an emergency caseworker, and Martin Shaw wearing a pristine charcoal suit.
Julian stopped dead in his tracks.
Evelyn bumped right into his back, nearly dropping her designer handbag.
“Julian Vance?” the lead Federal Marshal called out, stepping forward with his badge displayed.
Julian swallowed hard, his face losing every drop of color. “Yes…? What is this? There’s been some kind of mistake—”
“You are under arrest for federal international parental kidnapping, document theft, and grand larceny,” the officer declared calmly.
Evelyn shrieked, pushing her way past her son. “How dare you! Do you have any idea who we are?! My son is a respected businessman! His wife abandoned us in Phuket! She ran off!”
Martin Shaw stepped forward, pulling a high-definition tablet from his leather briefcase.
