Chapter 6 - The Interrogation Room
By 2:00 AM, the Manhattan precinct was surrounded by news vans, flashbulbs popping against the wet asphalt outside.
Victoria sat in a cold interrogation room, her champagne wedding dress stained with dirt, her hands cuffed to the table.
Detective Miller set a thick manila folder onto the metal table, opening it to reveal crime scene photos.
"Your father just issued a public statement disowning you, Miss Sterling," Miller stated flatly, pulling up a chair.
"He claims he had no knowledge of your private estate in upstate New York," Miller added.
Victoria let out a harsh, bitter laugh, her golden hair hanging in tangled matted strands over her face.
"My father paid for the security system at that estate!" Victoria spat, her voice raspy and unhinged.
"He used Clara's family trust to fund his Senate reelection campaign!" she confessed recklessly.
Detective Miller leaned forward, pressing the record button on his digital tape device.
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"Tell me more about the trust, Victoria," Miller instructed, his pencil hovering over his notepad.
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