CHAPTER 6
"You think you can assault an innocent senior citizen and fabricate federal documents in a municipal building without consequence?" Victoria demanded, stepping closer to the trembling blonde. Brooke stammered incoherently, her manicured fingers digging frantically into her camo-print top as she searched for a lie that no longer existed.
"I-I didn't touch her! She fell! This is harassment!" Brooke shrieked, her voice pitching upward in desperate, hysterical denial. Victoria didn't raise her voice, her quiet, lethal composure far more terrifying than any outward display of rage.
She pulled her encrypted smartphone from her trench coat pocket with one fluid motion and tapped the screen twice. A high-definition security recording began playing aloud, projecting crystal-clear footage of Brooke physically shoving Martha against the brick wall in the alleyway.
The entire holding area fell into a suffocating, dead silence as the audio of Brooke’s malicious laughter echoed off the concrete walls. The young clerk buried his face in his hands, realizing his complicity had just been captured on unalterable federal evidence.
"That video was pulled straight from the city traffic cameras before your corrupt little friends on the night shift could delete it," Victoria stated calmly. She stepped right into Brooke’s personal space, towering over the cornered con artist with intimidating grace.
"Please... Ms. Vance, I'm sorry! I didn't know she was your mother!" Brooke sobbed, dropping to her knees on the dirty floor while clutching at the hem of Victoria's coat. Victoria yanked her garment away with absolute disgust, looking down as if inspecting a repulsive insect.
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"You should have thought about consequences before you targeted a woman who raised the most ruthless prosecutor in this country," Victoria retorted icily. She clicked her fingers once, signaling the two guards standing by the doorway to step forward and complete their duty.
"Cuff her," Victoria commanded, her voice ringing out with the absolute weight of judicial authority. The heavy steel handcuffs snapped around Brooke’s wrists with a sharp, satisfying metallic click that echoed through the room like a gavel falling on a guilty verdict.
