Chapter 13 - The Mother-in-Law’s Cold Calculation Breaks Down Completely
Down in the federal holding facility, Evelyn Moretti sat in a sterile interview room with her arms tightly crossed.
She stared down the federal prosecutor with the haughty arrogance of a woman who believed her wealth protected her.
“My son is an honorable man, and this entire kidnapping and maritime farce will be dismissed by Monday,” she snapped.
The door swung open, and I walked into the interrogation room accompanied by my father and two armed guards.
Evelyn’s eyes widened in sheer terror as she realized I wasn't at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.
“Hello, Evelyn; did you enjoy the yacht ride before the Coast Guard ruined your vacation?” I asked calmly.
“You ruined everything! You were supposed to disappear quietly like the rest of them!” she shrieked, lunging forward.
The guards pinned her back into her chair before she could reach across the metal table.
“You agreed to help your son murder me for a percentage of our real estate portfolio,” I stated coldly.
“We are the Morettis! You can't touch us!” she screamed hysterically as the recording equipment blinked red.
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“You were the Morettis yesterday; today, you’re just federal inmates facing life without parole,” my father said flatly.
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