Chapter 11 - Flynn Realizes He Is Entirely Alone And Ruined
Inside the municipal detention center holding block, Flynn sat alone on a narrow steel bench in his orange jumpsuit.
His defense attorney slid a thick stack of federal charging documents across the visitation table with a grim expression.
“The federal prosecutor is offering no plea bargains, Flynn,” his lawyer stated bluntly. “You’re facing forty years.”
Flynn stared blankly at the paperwork, his mind finally processing the catastrophic scope of his own arrogant destruction.
“Where is Selina?” Flynn whispered hoarsely, looking up with desperate, bloodshot eyes at his counsel.
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“She cut a deal with federal investigators this morning, pinning the entire embezzlement scheme squarely on you,” his lawyer replied.
Flynn buried his face in his hands, letting out a ragged sob as the crushing weight of his betrayal finally consumed him.
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