Chapter 4 - THE HANDCUFFS ON EMERALD SILK
Within seven minutes, three NYPD cruisers tore up the private driveway of the Greenwich estate.
Four armed officers rushed into the modern kitchen, weapons drawn as they assessed the violent scene.
"Officer, arrest that woman," Nathan ordered, pointing at Vanessa, who was cowering near the wine rack.
"Nathan! You can't do this to me! My father is a senator!" Vanessa shrieked as an officer grabbed her wrists.
The female officer secured the steel golf club inside a clear plastic evidence bag for forensic testing.
Metallic handcuffs clicked shut tightly around Vanessa's manicured hands, pinning them behind her emerald green dress.
Paramedics carefully lifted Hannah and little Maya onto mobile stretchers, applying oxygen masks and bandages.
"I'm coming with you, sweetheart," Nathan promised, holding Maya's small hand as they rolled her out.
Vanessa was escorted down the front steps in shame, her picture captured by security cameras on the gates.
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As the ambulance sped toward Manhattan, Nathan swore an oath to destroy anyone who had harmed his child.
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