Chapter 3 - Emergency Services Rush To The Bloodstained Foyer Floor
Sirens wailed in the distance, cutting sharply through the wealthy suburban silence of Greenwich. Downstairs, Eleanor knelt beside Chloe, patting her cheeks with desperate, trembling hands.
"Wake up, you foolish girl," Eleanor whispered viciously, checking to see if anyone was watching from the courtyard. Chloe’s head rested at an unnatural angle against the expensive oak baseboards, a dark pool of blood forming beneath her hair.
Julian sprinted down the staircase, his tailored designer suit jacket flapping behind him in agitation. "The police are two minutes away, Mom, and that girl got away with the video," Julian panted nervously.
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Eleanor’s eyes narrowed into cold, calculating slits as she assessed the unfolding disaster. "We tell them she slipped on the rug during an argument," Eleanor hissed with chilling composure.
Outside the massive wrought-iron gates, two Greenwich police cruisers slammed to a halt. Red and blue emergency lights flashed violently across the grand neoclassical pillars of the foyer.
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