Chapter 6
The realization that their luxurious con game was over hit Miranda like a physical blow to her chest. She stumbled backward into the foyer, her designer heels clicking frantically against the hardwood floor in blind panic.
"This is an outrage! I know the mayor! I'll have your badge by sundown, Deputy!" Miranda screamed hysterically. Deputy Miller didn't flinch, resting his hand casually on his duty belt as he maintained an unyielding stance.
"Your political connections won't help you with felony elder abuse and fraudulent property conversion charges," the deputy replied. Elena walked toward the doorway, holding a large heavy-duty trash bag filled with Miranda's scattered cosmetics.
She tossed the bag forcefully through the doorway, landing it squarely at Miranda's designer-clad feet. "Pack your clothes and your stolen valuables, because the locks are being changed the second you cross that threshold," Elena warned.
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Julian scrambled up the stairs toward the master bedroom to salvage whatever hidden cash he had stashed away. Margaret watched from the parlor doorway, her eyes reflecting the quiet triumph of justice finally being restored.
The framed US flag near the entrance seemed to catch the afternoon sunlight brighter than ever before.
