Chapter 8
Two hours later, flashing blue and red emergency lights illuminated the sprawling stone facade of the majestic Manhattan estate.
Two local police cruisers and an unmarked federal vehicle pulled up the long private driveway, coming to a halt near the grand entrance.
Senior Detective Miller stepped out of the lead cruiser, adjusting his trench coat as he walked briskly up the marble front steps.
Richard met him in the grand foyer, standing proudly beside the small framed US flag resting upon the polished side table.
"Mr. Sterling, we received your legal team's digital evidence packet and the emergency magistrate's warrant," Detective Miller greeted professionally.
"The suspect is detained in the guest wing under armed supervision; the complete security archive is on this encrypted flash drive," Richard replied.
"We'll take it from here, Mr. Sterling; child endangerment and physical abuse charges of this magnitude carry heavy prison sentences," the detective noted.
Two uniformed officers strode down the hallway toward the guest wing, returning a few moments later with a thoroughly defeated Victoria.
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Her expensive silk loungewear was wrinkled, her makeup was smeared from crying, and her arrogant facade was completely destroyed.
"Richard! Please tell them this is a terrible misunderstanding! We can fix this, we can go to counseling!" Victoria sobbed hysterically.
