Chapter 7 - Police Arrive At The Dallas Suburban Home
Just as the EMTs wheeled Emily toward the front door on the stretcher, two Dallas Police Department cruisers pulled up behind the ambulance.
Officers stepped out onto the manicured lawn, their hands resting on their utility belts as they approached the open doorway.
“Which one of you placed the emergency call?” the senior officer asked, stepping into the foyer.
“I did,” Ryan said, walking back from the ambulance doors to meet the officers inside.
Margaret scrambled up from the floor, rushing toward the police officer with tear-stained cheeks and theatrical desperation.
“Officer, thank God! This man is holding me hostage, and these crazy women are harassing me!” Margaret lied seamlessly.
Susan stepped forward, holding out the manila folder containing decades-old police reports and medical affidavits.
“Don't believe a word she says, officer,” Susan stated clearly. “She assaulted my daughter-in-law with an iron twenty minutes ago, and twenty-nine years ago, she did the exact same thing to me.”
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The officer glanced at Margaret, then at the scorched iron resting on the carpet, and finally at the official documents in Susan’s hand.
“Ma'am, step away from the doorway,” the officer instructed Margaret, unlatching his cuffs.
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