Chapter 7 - The Stolen Notary Stamp Falls From Her Pocket
As the female deputy patted Vanessa down during the intake booking at the county precinct, a small metallic object dropped out.
It clattered loudly against the linoleum floor of the holding room, rolling near the boots of the desk sergeant.
The deputy knelt down, picking up an official state notary stamp bearing the engraved name of a Manhattan law firm.
“Is this yours, Ms. Mercer-Hale?” the desk sergeant asked, holding up the heavy brass and rubber instrument.
Vanessa turned away in silence, refusing to answer a single question without a public defender present to advise her.
The stamp was immediately tagged as physical evidence, proving she had stolen her employer’s credentials for forgery.
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Coupled with the false physician’s letter she used to declare me incompetent, her legal defense vanished into thin air.
The Westchester County District Attorney’s office was already drafting a multi-count felony indictment before midnight struck.
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