Chapter 7 - The Arrest On The Patio
Detective Miller stepped past the iron patio gate, flashing his silver badge while pulling a stack of federal arrest warrants from his coat.
“Julian Mercer, you are under arrest for felony domestic assault, aggravated bank fraud, and identity theft,” Detective Miller announced loudly.
Two uniformed officers grabbed Julian by his arms, forcing his face down onto the hard stone patio floor right beside his dropped cigar.
“Get your hands off me!” Julian screamed, thrashing against the officers as the heavy steel handcuffs clicked tightly around his wrists.
“Clara! Tell them to stop! Tell them this is a mistake!” Julian yelled, his voice cracking with pure, overwhelming panic.
I walked slowly onto the patio, stopping three feet away from where he lay pinned against the cold stone, looking down at him with icy indifference.
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“It’s not a mistake, Julian,” I said softly, my voice carrying clearly over the sound of Teresa’s hysterical screaming behind us.
“You thought you could beat me into submission so I wouldn't check the bank accounts you’ve been forging for five years.”
