Chapter 7 - Handcuffs in Great Falls
Officer Davis turned slowly away from the television, his hand resting casually near his leather holster as he faced Evelyn.
"Ma'am, stand up and place your hands behind your back," Officer Davis commanded in a tone that allowed zero negotiation.
Evelyn jumped up from the velvet sofa, her silver birthday sash tearing across the lace shoulder of her navy dress.
"Are you insane?!" Evelyn shrieked. "Do you know who my family is?! Mark, tell him! Stop him!"
Mark rushed forward, his face pale as chalk. "Officer, wait! Can't we handle this privately?! She’s fifty-five years old!"
"Step back, sir, or I will arrest you for obstruction of justice!" the second officer barked, shoving Mark away.
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The cold steel handcuffs clicked shut around Evelyn’s manicured wrists with a brutal, mechanical finality.
As they led the crying, screaming matriarch down the front steps, neighbor garage doors began to open along the quiet street.
