Chapter 5 - Dialing The Local Police From The Grand Foyer
I pulled my smartphone out of my pocket, unlocked the screen with my thumb, and immediately tapped the emergency three-digit shortcut.
“What... what are you doing?” Bianca asked, her voice dropping into a tense whisper as she watched the screen light up.
“I’m calling the police,” I replied evenly, bringing the phone up to my ear.
“Julian, don't be ridiculous! We can handle this privately! Think about the scandal!” she panicked, lunging forward to grab my wrist.
I sidestepped her effortlessly, letting her stumble forward onto the patio table while the emergency dispatcher picked up on the other end.
“Dallas Police Department, what is your emergency?” a calm female voice asked through the speaker.
“Yes, I need to report an attempted murder at my residence,” I stated clearly, keeping my eyes locked on Bianca.
Bianca let out a blood-curdling scream of frustration, picking up a decorative ceramic planter and smashing it against the stone ground.
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“You’re ruining everything!” she sobbed hysterically, sinking to her knees in defeat as she realized her wealthy dream life had just evaporated.
“Dispatch, send units to the DeLuca estate immediately,” I instructed, reading off our address while my mother watched from the warmth of my jacket.
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