Chapter 11 - The Interrogation Room
By midnight, Veronica was locked inside a high-security interrogation cell at the FBI Manhattan Field Office on Federal Plaza.
Her green silk blouse was torn and muddy, her dark hair tangled wildly around her pale, defeated face.
Agent Jenkins sat across from her, laying out thick stacks of financial ledgers recovered from Arthur Vance's vehicle.
"Arthur has already signed a full confession to avoid the death penalty, Veronica," Jenkins stated with icy professional satisfaction.
"He detailed how the two of you poisoned Marcus Kane in Texas and planned to do the exact same thing to Ethan Vance," Jenkins added.
Veronica stared at the cold metal table, her lower lip trembling as the absolute finality of her imprisonment settled in.
"I was supposed to inherit fifty million dollars," Veronica whispered softly, her eyes filled with cold, remorseless greed.
"You're going to spending the rest of your natural life in a maximum-security federal facility in West Virginia," Jenkins corrected sternly.
The steel door opened, and Ethan walked into the observation room behind the two-way glass, holding Lily's hand tightly.
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Veronica looked up at the mirror, knowing Ethan was watching her, and let out a pathetic, hopeless sob as handcuffs were clamped on her wrists.
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