Chapter 11 - Vanessa Locked Inside A Westchester County Holding Cell
While I rested in my hospital bed, Vanessa sat shivering on a bolted metal bench inside the county holding facility.
The harsh fluorescent lighting of the cell block buzzed relentlessly, denying her any semblance of comfortable sleep.
Her expensive designer blouse was wrinkled, and her hair came undone from its immaculate styling during the arrest.
A public defender named Marcus Sterling walked up to the iron bars, holding a yellow legal pad and a pen.
“Ms. Hale, I’ve reviewed the preliminary charges brought by the District Attorney’s office,” the attorney stated grimly.
“Get me out of here! My mother is lying! She’s mentally unstable and fabricated the entire thing!” Vanessa screamed.
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“Your mother’s former colleagues at the State Comptroller's office provided unassailable video and forensic evidence,” Marcus replied.
Vanessa stared at him in horrified disbelief, realizing no lawyer on earth could talk their way out of federal-grade audit proof.
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