Chapter 10 - Graham Plays the Devastated Widower for the Crew
Hours later, as the yacht docked at a private Coast Guard pier in Boston, the media circus had already gathered.
Television cameras flashed relentlessly against the gray morning sky as federal agents escorted the suspects down.
Graham tried to hide his face behind his handcuffed wrists, acting like a broken, grieving husband.
“It’s a misunderstanding! My wife fell overboard during the storm, and I tried to save her!” he shouted to reporters.
I walked down the gangway right behind him, flanked by two federal marshals in dark tactical gear.
The reporters gasped as they saw me alive, healthy, and walking steadily under my own power.
“You didn't save me, Graham; you pushed me toward the edge,” I said loudly enough for the microphones to catch.
The crowd erupted into chaos as flashbulbs strobed across the pier, capturing the absolute shock on his face.
He realized in that exact instant that his public relations lies were completely worthless against federal evidence.
The police transport van doors swung open, swallowing him into the dark metal interior without any ceremony.
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His parents were loaded into a second vehicle moments later, their arrogant facades completely shattered.
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