Chapter 6 - The Detectives at the Door
Rebecca gasped, stepping back as her face turned completely white against her white bridal veil.
"Police?" she whispered, her voice cracking with pure, unadulterated panic. "Why are the police here?"
"They said they are looking for a suspect involved in an aggravated assault in North Austin," Marcus explained, looking confused.
"They asked to speak to the groom and the bride immediately."
I looked at Rebecca, watching her eyes dart frantically toward the emergency exit stairs at the end of the hall.
She knew the net was closing in, but she was still clinging desperately to the five-million-dollar prize within her reach.
"Daniel... this is ridiculous!" Rebecca stammered, grabbing my arm with a desperate, crushing grip.
"Someone must have made a mistake! Let's just go through the side door, do the quick vows with the minister, and leave!"
"We can handle whatever misunderstanding this is after we are legally married!"
"I'm not going anywhere, Rebecca," I said, yanked my arm out of her grasp.
Two plainclothes detectives stepped into the hallway, led by a tall man with a silver badge pinned to his leather jacket.
"Daniel Miller?" Detective Miller asked, looking at me before shifting his sharp eyes to the bride.
"I'm Detective Miller, Austin PD. And you must be Rebecca Vance."
"What is this about, Officer?" Rebecca demanded, attempting to put on a show of outraged wealthy innocence.
"This is my wedding day! You are invading a private venue without a warrant!"
"We don't need a warrant to ask questions regarding a crime scene, Ms. Vance," the detective replied calmly.
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"Two hours ago, your future stepdaughter, Emily Miller, was found unconscious in her living room."
"And the crime scene technicians just pulled your fresh DNA and skin tissue from under her fingernails."
