Chapter 10 - County Sheriff Arrives At The Gate With Warrants
Outside the grand iron gates of the estate, Sheriff Thomas Miller stepped out of his patrol cruiser into the crisp air.
Two state troopers flanked him, blocking Evelyn’s luxury sedan from escaping down the private suburban road.
Evelyn sat behind the steering wheel, her face rigid and her hands gripping the leather-wrapped steering column tightly.
“Mrs. Vance, cut the engine and step out of the vehicle with your hands where we can see them,” Sheriff Miller ordered.
Evelyn pushed the car door open slowly, stepping out into the gravel driveway with her head held high in defiance.
“You are making a massive mistake, Sheriff; I am a founding board member of this county’s historical society,” Evelyn snapped.
“You’re facing federal charges for kidnapping, false imprisonment, and obstruction of justice, ma’am,” Sheriff Miller replied coldly.
He motioned for the troopers to step forward, clicking the steel handcuffs securely around Evelyn’s wrists.
As they escorted her toward the back of the cruiser, Marcus walked out onto the front porch holding the black journal.
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Evelyn locked eyes with her son across the driveway, her expression remaining entirely devoid of any remorse or regret.
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