Chapter 4: The Interrogation
Back at the precinct, the atmosphere was markedly different. Sarah was no longer the poised socialite. She was a woman unraveled. The interrogation room was cold, the metallic table reflecting the flickering overhead lights.
The federal agent sat across from her, a thick folder of evidence splayed open. Sarah didn't speak. She couldn't. Every path she imagined—every lie she could concoct—was already blocked by the transcripts sitting on the table.
"You talked about the trust," the agent said, his voice calm. "You talked about the 'mistake' in her belly. That, Miss Vance, is premeditated assault. But let’s talk about the offshore accounts. Let’s talk about the wire transfers to the Cayman Islands."
Sarah finally looked up. Her eyes were hollow. She had spent the last two years manipulating family dynamics, playing everyone against each other, believing she was the smartest person in the room. She had truly believed that with Elena out of the way, she could step into the role of the Sterling matriarch.
"I did what I had to do," Sarah whispered, her voice cracking. "They have everything. We had nothing."
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"They had everything because they built it," the agent replied. "You were just a shadow hoping to steal the light."
Sarah looked at the two-way mirror, knowing David was on the other side. She realized then that this was never a game she could win. She hadn't been an opponent; she had been a bug in a system that David had simply chosen to exterminate.
