Chapter 8 - Diane Screams Threats From The Back Of Cruiser
Inside the back of the county sheriff cruiser parked outside the gates, Diane Bennett banged her fists against the wire mesh partition.
“You can’t lock me up! I built this empire with my bare hands while my husband sat in his country club!” she shrieked.
The deputy in the front seat ignored her hysterical ranting, keeping his radio tuned to the hospital dispatch frequency.
“If my son thinks he can strip me of my shares in Bennett Global, he has another thing coming!” Diane cursed furiously.
“Save your breath for your arraignment judge tomorrow morning, Mrs. Bennett,” the deputy replied flatly over his shoulder.
A black luxury sedan pulled up alongside the cruiser, carrying senior corporate defense attorney Marcus Vance.
The lawyer rolled down his tinted window, tossing a business card onto the hood of the police vehicle.
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“Don’t answer any questions, Diane; I’m filing an emergency habeas corpus petition by sunrise,” Vance instructed calmly.
Diane smiled wickedly through the glass, believing her money and legal team could still buy her freedom.
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