Chapter 4: The Showdown
Vanessa’s mask slipped. Her eyes hardened into slits. She stood up, reaching for her purse, likely checking for her keys to make a run for it.
"You can't prove I did it," she hissed. "It’s my word against a dying woman’s."
"It's not your word against hers," Julian said, and the heavy thud of boots announced the arrival of the authorities. Four officers flanked the doorway, their hands on their holsters. "It's your word against the digital forensic trail of the account where you purchased the toxin."
Vanessa realized she was trapped. She lunged for the study door, but the officers were faster. As they pressed her against the mahogany desk, snapping the cuffs onto her wrists, she didn't look remorseful. She looked livid.
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"Those boys were never going to love me!" she screamed as she was dragged away. "They only cared about her! She was stealing my life!"
Julian didn't answer. He turned his back on her, finished with the past. He had a family to protect.
