Chapter 3 - County Deputies Breach The Kitchen To Secure The Scene
The back door, which had been slammed open only moments earlier, swung wider as two heavily armed Chatham County sheriff deputies rushed into the kitchen with their hands resting on their holstered sidearms.
“Freeze! Nobody move an inch!” the lead deputy barked, his tactical gaze darting rapidly between Reid in his dust-covered uniform, Vivienne holding the iron, and me cowering at the table.
“Drop the iron, ma’am, right now!” the second deputy shouted, stepping forward and leveling a stern warning directly at Vivienne Marlowe.
Vivienne finally released her grip, letting the heavy metal appliance crash down onto the hardwood floor with a dull, echoing thud that made the kitchen table shake.
“You have no idea what you’re doing, officer; this woman is severely delusional and needs immediate psychiatric intervention!” Vivienne shrieked, instantly adopting her role as the concerned, helpless matriarch.
“Shut your mouth, Vivienne,” Reid interrupted, his voice cutting through her theatrical defense like a razor blade slicing through paper.
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The deputies exchanged cautious glances, recognizing the military insignia on Reid’s uniform and sensing the suffocating tension that hung heavily in the confined space of the room.
I slowly pushed my chair back from the table, my legs feeling weak and shaky as I tried to stand up to greet the officers who had finally arrived to rescue us from this nightmare.
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