Chapter 3 - Vanessa’s Shocked Face As The Handcuffs Click Tight
“Get your hands off me! You don't know who you’re talking to! This is my mother’s house!” Vanessa shrieked hysterically.
The cold steel cuffs clicked shut around her wrists with a sharp, metallic finality that echoed off the cold masonry.
“You’re under arrest for attempted extortion, elder abuse, and the falsification of legal documents,” the officer stated coldly.
Vanessa’s knees buckled under her designer jeans as she realized her entire trap had completely imploded around her.
She turned her head desperately toward me, her voice shifting from arrogant fury to a pathetic, weeping whine.
“Mom! Tell them! Tell them this was just a family disagreement! Tell them you invited me down here!” she cried.
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I slowly pushed myself up onto my uninjured elbow, letting out a sharp, genuine gasp of pain from my real hip fracture.
“I invited you to dinner, Vanessa... not to break my hip and steal my life’s savings,” I answered with quiet exhaustion.
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