Chapter 11 - The Stepmother Attempts To Escape Through The Conservatory
Before the transport vans could depart, a sudden commotion erupted near the glass-domed conservatory at the back of the mansion.
The stepmother had managed to slip her left wrist free during a moment of guard distraction behind the indoor palm trees.
She sprinted desperately toward the historic glass doors leading out toward the private cliffside gardens overlooking the ocean.
“Stop right there! Federal marshals! Don't move another inch!” a voice roared through the humid greenhouse air.
She ignored the warning, smashing her elbow through a decorative stained-glass window to unlock the exterior latch.
As she pushed the heavy glass door open, the raging coastal wind and pouring rain slammed violently against her face.
She took one reckless step out onto the slick stone patio overlooking the jagged rocks hundreds of feet below.
A tactical spotlight caught her in its blinding white beam, freezing her like a desperate animal trapped in a hunter's snare.
Two federal agents closed in from behind, grabbing her expensive designer jacket and yanking her back onto safe ground.
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“You’re only adding resisting arrest and fleeing federal custody to an already life-long rap sheet,” an agent growled.
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