Chapter 12 - The Interrogation Room Stand-off
At 8:00 PM that evening, I sat behind a one-way mirror in the Fairfax County interrogation suite, watching Julian sit at the stainless-steel table.
His high-priced defense attorney sat beside him, looking increasingly pale as federal prosecutors laid out thirty-four distinct felony counts on the desk.
“Mr. Mercer, your wife’s forensic accounting team has provided pristine digital trail evidence,” the lead prosecutor stated coldly.
“We have traced the IP address used for the offshore wire transfers directly to your personal laptop, complete with your biometric login timestamps.”
“Furthermore, we intercepted three text messages sent from your phone to your mother yesterday afternoon discussing the insurance payout terms.”
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Julian’s mouth opened and closed in absolute terror, his hands shaking so violently that he couldn't hold the glass of water offered by his lawyer.
“I didn't mean to hurt her!” Julian sobbed, burying his face in his hands on the cold metal table. “My mother made me do it! It was all Teresa’s idea!”
