Chapter 11 - The Police Arrive as Secrets Begin to Crumble Down
By four in the morning, state police cruisers with flashing red and blue lights surrounded the perimeter of the Montgomery estate in Connecticut.
Detective Miller, a stern woman in her late forties, walked up the grand stone steps toward the front entrance.
Arthur opened the heavy door himself, wearing an immaculate silk robe and holding a cup of black tea.
“Good morning, Detective,” Arthur said smoothly, his posture perfectly calm. “To what do I owe this early visit?”
“We received a call regarding gunshots at the Route 4 Diner, Mr. Montgomery,” Miller said, stepping into the foyer without waiting for an invitation. “And Detective Reynolds was found wounded at the scene.”
Arthur’s expression didn't change by a single millimeter.
“That is tragic news,” Arthur replied smoothly. “Is Detective Reynolds going to recover?”
“He’s in surgery right now,” Miller stated, her eyes scanning the grand hallway. “He managed to give us a statement before he went under.”
Arthur took a slow sip of his tea, showing not a single trace of anxiety.
“And what did Detective Reynolds say?” Arthur asked gently.
“He said your son Mark is in possession of evidence regarding a murder that took place four years ago,” Miller revealed, watching Arthur’s face closely.
“Mark has been under severe mental stress recently, Detective,” Arthur replied with fake sympathy. “He took his young daughter and ran off after an argument tonight.”
“We also found blood matching your daughter-in-law, Victoria, near the diner,” Miller added, leaning in slightly.
Arthur paused, setting his teacup down on a nearby mahogany pedestal.
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“If Victoria is involved in criminal activity, Detective, you have my full permission to arrest her,” Arthur said calmly.
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