Chapter 14 - Visiting Richard in Federal Custody
On Thursday afternoon, my town car parked outside the grim concrete walls of the federal holding facility downtown.
I walked through the security checkpoints with calm, measured steps, my tailored coat draping elegantly over my shoulders.
Richard sat in the secure visiting booth wearing an orange intake jumpsuit, looking pale, exhausted, and ten years older.
When he looked up and saw me standing on the other side of the glass partition, he slammed his hands against the thick plastic.
“Chloe! You have to drop these charges! I am your father! You can’t do this to me!” Richard screamed through the audio receiver.
“You stopped being my father the moment you stole my college money and let your mother abuse me,” I replied evenly.
“We’re family! We share blood! You owe me everything I built for this family!” he pleaded hysterically, tears streaming down his face.
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“You didn't build anything, Richard; you stole eighty million dollars from a woman who baked bread to survive while you played lord of the manor,” I said coldly.
“The judge is sentencing us to twenty years in maximum security! Susan is already threatening to divorce me!” he sobbed.
