Chapter 9 - Booking Claire Vance at the Suburban Police Precinct
Fluorescent lights hummed harshly overhead inside the sterile booking room of the county police precinct.
Claire stood against the height chart wall, glaring with pure venom at the officer holding the digital camera.
“Look straight ahead and remove your earrings,” the intake deputy instructed in a flat, bored tone.
“Do you know who my father is? He sits on the municipal board of directors for this entire county!” Claire snapped.
“Your father’s political connections won't help you clear a federal wire fraud and child abuse charge, Ms. Vance,” the deputy replied.
The camera flashed blindingly, capturing the mugshot that would soon grace local news outlets and social media feeds.
She was led down a long, echoing corridor toward a holding cell filled with institutional gray concrete and steel bars.
The heavy iron door clanged shut behind her, locking her away in a world far removed from designer boutiques and luxury cars.
She sat down on the narrow bunk, her fingernails digging into the thin mattress as panic finally set in.
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Her meticulously built facade had shattered into a million pieces in less than sixty minutes.
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