Chapter 13 - Arresting a Pillar of Society
The handcuffs clicked around Richard Vance’s wrists with a sharp, metallic snap that echoed across the historic estate grounds.
Boston’s most respected retired judge was hauled down his own marble steps in broad daylight, surrounded by flashing police lights.
Neighbors peeked through their manicured hedges, whispering in absolute shock as the pillars of the Vance family crumbled.
Richard stared straight ahead, refusing to look at his granddaughter as he was pushed into the back of a police transport van.
“You haven't won anything, Harrison! Without my estate, you are nothing!” Richard screamed through the rolled-down wire mesh.
“I have my daughter, and that is everything you will never be able to buy or steal again,” I replied quietly from the curb.
Detective Miller walked over to me, holding a clipboard with initial forensic reports signed and stamped.
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“We have enough physical evidence and witness testimony to hold him without bail pending arraignment on Monday,” she confirmed.
“Thank you, Detective. Let’s make sure justice actually reaches the courtroom this time,” I said sincerely.
