Chapter 11 - The Police Arrive at the Estate
Before Richard could formulate his next manipulative defense, the sound of blaring sirens shattered the quiet Chestnut Hill morning.
Three unmarked police cruisers and a state trooper SUV raced up the driveway, gravel flying from their tires.
Heavy car doors slammed shut in unison as four armed Boston police officers and a child protective services investigator swarmed the porch.
Richard’s autocratic composure finally cracked, his pale blue eyes widening in sudden, unadulterated shock.
“What is the meaning of this? I am Judge Richard Vance! You cannot bring police into my private residence!” he bellowed.
The lead investigator, a sharp-eyed woman named Detective Miller, stepped past him holding a formal warrant.
“Judge Richard Vance, you are being detained for questioning regarding allegations of child abuse and physical endangerment,” she stated flatly.
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“This is an outrage! My son is mentally unstable; he fabricated these lies!” Richard screamed, pointing a shaking finger at me.
“Detective, my daughter is inside my car. She has medical documentation and photographic proof of the injuries,” I informed her calmly.
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