Chapter 10 - Interrogating the Wicked Stepmother Downstairs
The stepmother was pushed down onto a velvet armchair in the foyer, guarded closely by two uniformed police officers.
Her hair was disheveled, her makeup smeared across her cheeks from crying tears of frustration rather than genuine remorse.
The detective walked over to her, flipping his notebook shut with a sharp snap that echoed in the high-ceilinged room.
“Elena Vance, you are under arrest for child abuse, unlawful imprisonment, and endangerment,” the detective recited formally.
“I want my lawyer! This is a malicious frame job orchestrated by a bitter husband during a messy divorce!” Elena yelled.
“We recovered your personal diary from the nightstand upstairs detailing your exact schedule for punishing the children,” the detective said.
Elena’s jaw dropped open, her eyes darting toward the stairs as she realized she had left her most incriminating confession unguarded.
“It was out of context... the boy is unstable and aggressive!” she stammered, completely unraveling under pressure.
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“Save your speeches for the judge; right now, you’re taking a very long ride down to the county precinct,” the officer replied.
She was hoisted to her feet and hauled out the front double doors, disappearing into the blinding flashes of neighborhood paparazzi.
