Chapter 10 - Legal Demands and Cold Realities
The front doorbell chimed twice, cutting through the heavy, suffocating silence hanging inside the living room.
I walked over and pulled open the heavy wooden door to find two uniformed federal marshals standing on the front porch.
“Is this the residence of Rowan Bennett?” the lead marshal asked, holding a clipboard in his gloved hand.
“Yes, it is,” I replied, stepping aside to give them a clear view of the hallway.
Rowan looked up in sheer terror as the two federal officers walked past me and stepped directly into the living room.
“Rowan Bennett, you are hereby served with a federal subpoena and a warrant for asset seizure related to financial fraud,” the marshal announced crisply.
Selina let out a loud, dramatic gasp and collapsed backward onto our expensive velvet sofa, clutching her chest theatrically.
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“Someone call an ambulance! I’m having a heart attack from this harassment!” Selina wailed, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling.
“Save the dramatics for the holding cell, Mrs. Bennett; no one is calling an ambulance for you today,” the second marshal said bluntly.
