Chapter 8
"Officer, these intruders forced their way into my private home and are making absurd, defamatory accusations," Evelyn lied smoothly, stepping forward with practiced theatricality. The trooper looked skeptically between Evelyn's unblemished emerald suit and Sarah's bleeding forehead and stained uniform.
"Ma'am, step back and keep your hands visible," the trooper ordered, noting the pool of fresh blood on the marble and the white bucket nearby. Sarah pulled out a small electronic drive from her uniform pocket, handing it directly to the second officer.
