Chapter 8 - The Confrontation at the Office
By 10:30 AM, I was standing inside the glass-walled executive conference room of Vance & Associates Financial in downtown Houston.
My husband sat at the head of the polished mahogany table, reviewing a stack of quarterly auditing reports with three senior partners.
The glass door swung open as I walked in, accompanied by Detective Miller from the Harris County Sheriff's Department.
David looked up, his face instantly draining of color as he saw his wife flanked by a uniformed lead detective.
"Hannah? What... what are you doing here?" David stammered, standing up so fast his leather chair rolled back into the wall.
"Is everything okay with Chloe? Did something happen?"
"Chloe is safe, David," I replied coldly, stepping up to the conference table and placing my tablet on the center glass.
"Unlike our home, which was broken into at 8:15 this morning by a paid burglar using your mother's key."
The three senior partners gasped, exchanging wide-eyed looks of utter disbelief as they looked at David.
David’s hands began to tremble as he reached for his glass of water, knocking it over and spilling water across his financial reports.
"A... a burglar? That's impossible! The house was locked!" David stammered, his voice cracking with rising panic.
"He had the key you begged me to give your mother three months ago, David," I said, leaning over the table.
"And he had a map drawn on your mother's personal stationery showing exactly where to find our land deeds."
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Detective Miller stepped forward, pulling a pair of steel handcuffs from his tactical belt with a loud, metallic clink.
"David Vance, you need to come with us to the precinct for questioning regarding an ongoing conspiracy to commit grand larceny."
