Chapter 4 - The Police Arrival
The sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder and closer until tires screeched on the asphalt right outside the funeral home.
Four armed officers from the Houston Police Department burst through the double doors, weapons drawn as they assessed the chaotic scene.
Detective Miller—a hardened investigator wearing a silver detective badge—stepped into the chapel with a cold, focused glare.
"Nobody move!" Detective Miller shouted, displaying his credentials. "Who called dispatch reporting an infant homicide?"
The pastor pointed a trembling finger toward Victoria, who was thrashing violently against the grip of her two brothers-in-law.
"She confessed!" the pastor declared. "And Dr. Vance has official toxicology reports proving industrial poisoning!"
Detective Miller marched down the aisle, pulling heavy steel handcuffs from his tactical belt.
"Victoria Vance, you are under arrest for two counts of capital murder," Detective Miller announced firmly.
"No! You can't touch me! I am a Vance!" Victoria screamed, kicking her legs as the officer forced her arms behind her back.
The metallic click of the handcuffs echoed through the chapel, sending a wave of chilling relief across the silent room.
"Trevor! Do something! Call our private legal team!" Victoria shrieked as she was dragged down the aisle past her grieving family.
"Tell them it was an accident! Tell them Sarah made me do it!"
Trevor stood frozen in the center aisle, staring at his mother with hollow, unblinking eyes as she was shoved out the front doors.
He turned back toward me, taking a tentative step with his hands reaching out in desperate supplication.
"Sarah... please... I didn't know," Trevor whimpered, his voice trembling.
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I picked up Emma, holding her tightly against my chest, and stepped back away from him.
"If you come near me or my daughter again, Trevor," I whispered coldly, "I will kill you myself."
