Chapter 13 - Confronting Bianca Inside The Cold County Jail Facility
The following morning, I walked through the heavy security doors of the Dallas County Jail holding facility with my attorney by my side.
We sat across from Bianca in the secure visitation booth, separated by a thick sheet of reinforced safety glass.
A guard brought her in wearing a standard orange jumpsuit, her hair unstyled and her face devoid of its usual arrogant makeup.
She sat down heavily in the metal chair, picked up the plastic telephone receiver, and glared at me through the glass with pure venom.
“Did you come here to gloat, Julian?” her voice crackled harshly through the wall speaker box.
“I came to show you what we found in your boutique locker yesterday,” I replied calmly, holding up the briefcase of forged documents to the glass.
Bianca’s eyes darted to the leather case, and for a split second, genuine panic flashed across her exhausted face.
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“Those are forgeries! You planted them!” she shrieked into her receiver, slamming her fist against the transparent barrier.
“The handwriting expert already verified every stroke belongs to you, Bianca,” my attorney stated smoothly from beside me.
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