Chapter 11 - Detective Miller Interrogates Mark Under Bright Holding Lights
Down at the downtown precinct holding room, Mark sat under the harsh glare of a single metal ceiling lamp. Detective Miller dropped the printed color stills from the Whitmore Hotel CCTV footage directly onto the stainless-steel table.
“Care to explain why you planted your brother-in-law’s phone in your own daughter’s pocket, Mark?” Miller asked flatly. Mark swallowed hard, his expensive designer tie feeling suddenly like a noose tightening around his neck.
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“Preston promised us a share of the family inheritance trust if we helped him discredit Evelyn in front of the elite circle,” Mark mumbled pathetically. “He said it was just a harmless prank to keep Evelyn from asking for financial support.”
Mark had traded his own flesh and blood for the empty promise of silver from a narcissist.
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