Chapter 6 - Returning To The Crime Scene
By 2:00 PM, three unmarked police cruisers and two tactical transport vans pulled up to the stone gates of my suburban estate in Great Falls.
Inside the house, Teresa, Richard, Serena, and Julian were sitting around the outdoor patio pool, drinking imported wine I had purchased last week.
They were laughing, completely oblivious to the fact that four federal financial agents and six county officers were moving onto the perimeter lawn.
Julian stood near the patio doors, wearing a cashmere sweater I had bought him for his birthday, holding a cigar in one hand and his phone in the other.
When he saw my black Range Rover pull up the driveway followed by five law enforcement vehicles, his cigar slipped from his fingers onto the stone patio.
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Teresa stood up from her lounge chair, her arrogant face contorting into an expression of sheer, unadulterated fury as she saw me step out of the SUV.
“Clara! What is the meaning of this embarrassing circus?!” Teresa shrieked across the lawn. “How dare you bring police officers to my son’s home!”
