Chapter 6 - The Emergency Line
Marcus did not glance at his wife as his thumb dialed three digits into his phone.
The automated tone of emergency dispatch sounded clearly through the grand, quiet room.
Evelyn scrambled across the floor on her hands and knees, heedless of the sharp porcelain cutting into her palms.
"Marcus, please, don't do this, think of our public reputation!" she sobbed, clutching at his tailored trouser leg.
Marcus pulled his leg away with cold disgust, refusing to let her filthy touch linger on his clothes.
"Emergency dispatch, what is your location?" a calm female voice spoke through the speakerphone.
Marcus held the phone firmly in front of his face, his tone steady, commanding, and impeccably clear.
"This is Marcus Vance at Vance Manor, 400 Crestline Drive," he announced with total authority.
"I need an immediate police unit and a medical team dispatched to my residence."
"I have two women detained here for aggravated domestic assault and child endangerment."
"One of the victims is my twenty-year-old daughter, who has sustained visible physical injuries."
Evelyn let out a high-pitched, strangled wail, burying her face into her trembling hands.
"Units are being dispatched immediately, Mr. Vance, are the suspects armed?" the dispatcher inquired.
"The primary suspect used a heavy leather weapon which I have successfully disarmed," Marcus replied smoothly.
"The perpetrators are cornered in the main hall and will not be leaving until your officers arrive."
"Understood, Mr. Vance, stay on the line, units are approximately four minutes away."
Marcus lowered the phone to his side, leaving the call active on speakerphone as a legal record.
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He looked down at Evelyn, who lay curled on the marble floor like a discarded rag.
"You thought I would protect your social standing over my children's lives?" Marcus asked quietly.
