Chapter 13
“Shut up, you stupid bitch!” Grant roared, kicking at Tessa’s hands as the officers forced his arms behind his back.
The cold steel handcuffs clicked tight around Grant’s wrists, biting into his skin.
“You have nothing on me!” Grant screamed as he was dragged toward the executive hallway.
“My wife is dead! Her ashes will be scattered by sunset! You can’t prove a damn thing!”
The elevator doors at the end of the private hallway chimed softly, sliding open with a smooth mechanical sound.
The police officers stopped in their tracks, holding Grant and Tessa near the marble fountain in the lobby.
Stepping out of the private elevator was David Brenner, flanked by two federal prosecutors.
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And walking right beside them, wearing a dark green velvet dress and a calm, fierce smile, was me.
Grant’s knees completely gave out beneath him, his mouth falling open in a soundless scream of pure terror.
