Chapter 17 - Vanessa’s Desperate Plea For Mercy
The federal holding facility visiting room was cold and smelled strongly of industrial bleach and stale institutional coffee.
Vanessa sat on the other side of the thick glass partition, her mascara running down her cheeks and her designer outfit completely ruined.
She picked up the heavy plastic telephone receiver with shaking hands and pressed it against her ear as I sat down opposite her.
“Maya, please... you have to help me,” Vanessa sobbed into the line, her previous arrogance completely gone.
“You beat an old man with a bat and tried to steal everything he owned, Vanessa; there is no help coming,” I answered coldly.
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“Marcus forced me to do it! He said if I didn't play along, he would divorce me and leave me with nothing!” she lied desperately.
“The security cameras at the station recorded you demanding the larger share of the trust fund, Vanessa. Save your breath,” I hung up.
