Part 6: The Extradition Move
Before the sun went down on Monday afternoon, the Sterling family attorneys filed an emergency application to bail Carmen and Javier with a cash guarantee of $5 million.
They believed Hector Sterling’s influence in the state of Texas was enough to pull them out of the county jail before the federal trial was even scheduled.
I stood with Alexander in the courthouse corridor as Hector Sterling stepped out of an armored limousine, surrounded by four top-tier attorneys in Savile Row suits.
"Alexander," Hector growled threateningly, standing directly opposite my ex-husband.
"You're crossing the line. The kids' issue is a family matter. Freezing my sister’s entire trust fund is a direct declaration of war against the Sterling Group."
Alexander didn't retreat a single inch; he stood tall, hands in his trouser pockets, his gaze as cold as absolute frost.
"I’m not declaring war on you, Hector," Alexander said, his voice low but echoing across the marble hallway.
"I’m just collecting a debt. Your sister left her fingerprints and blood on my daughter’s wedding dress."
"The state of Texas calls that first-degree felony assault, and I call it a death sentence for your enterprise."
Right then, two federal agents from Immigration and Customs Enforcement stepped out from behind us, holding a secondary warrant.
"Hector Sterling, we have an international detainer warrant for your corporate accounts regarding cross-state passport fraud and extortion," the lead agent announced.
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Hector’s smug face instantly turned a sickly shade of ash-gray as the third set of handcuffs of the week snapped tightly onto a Sterling-Robles wrist.
They thought money could blind justice; they had no idea every single exit had been barricaded before they even realized they were trapped.
