Chapter 3 - Law Enforcement Breaches The Grand American Estate Gates
Heavy boots crunched rapidly against the manicured gravel driveway outside as local and federal units converged on the property.
Flashing red and blue lights painted shifting crimson and azure patterns across the white-columned facade of the grand house.
A sharp, authoritative pounding echoed against the heavy front door, shattering the quiet illusion of upper-class immunity.
“Open the door! United States Marshals and County Sheriff’s Department! Execute federal protective custody protocol!” a deep voice commanded.
Mark staggered backward, his expensive leather shoes slipping slightly on the polished marble flooring of the foyer.
Eleanor’s cold, arrogant composure vanished entirely, replaced by the hysterical realization that her family name couldn't save them.
“Don’t open that door, Mark! Call our high-priced defense attorney in Manhattan immediately!” Eleanor shrieked in mounting terror.
Chloe stepped past them with quiet grace, her newborn baby resting safely against her chest despite her painful injuries.
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She reached out with a trembling hand and unlatched the heavy brass deadbolt of the front entrance.
The door swung wide open, revealing armed law enforcement officers standing beneath the crisp morning light.
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