Chapter 6
The lead bank fraud investigator stepped forward, pulling a pair of steel handcuffs from his suit jacket pocket.
“Marcus Vance, you are under arrest for grand larceny, wire fraud, and domestic assault,” the investigator announced sternly.
Marcus attempted to pull away, but the second officer grabbed his shoulder, forcing his arms behind his back with practiced efficiency.
The sharp, metallic click of the handcuffs locking around his wrists sounded like a final door slamming shut on his life.
“Clara! Tell them to stop!” Marcus wept openly as he was forced toward the exit doors of our father’s home.
“I’m your brother! We’re family! Dad wouldn’t have wanted this!”
I looked into the eyes of the man who had hit me at our father’s grave, feeling nothing but a profound, cold indifference.
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“Dad wrote the police complaint himself three days before he went into hospice, Marcus,” I told him coldly.
“He wanted you to face the consequences of your own choices.”
