Chapter 16 - The Press Leak
Reporters swarmed outside Mara’s modest apartment building in Austin, microphones thrust toward anyone who opened a door.
Sarah Jenkins advised Mara and June to stay inside with the blinds drawn tightly shut while federal agents secured the perimeter.
June sat at the kitchen table, drawing pictures of horses and flowers with her colored pencils, completely calm amidst the media storm.
"Mom, are the bad men going to jail now?" June asked, looking up from her drawing pad.
Mara smiled softly, kneeling beside her daughter and kissing her forehead.
"Yes, sweetie," Mara whispered. "Justice is finally catching up with them."
May you like
The doorbell rang gently, followed by the familiar voice of Detective Miller from the Houston Police Department cold case squad.
"Mrs. Lin? It's Detective Miller. We have a warrant to execute at the Ashford estate, and we need your statement."
