Chapter 11 - Diane Pleads for Silence from Her Jail Cell
Later that afternoon, the landline phone in the kitchen rang shrilly, interrupting the quiet afternoon. Mark picked up the receiver, hearing the tinny, desperate voice of Diane coming through from the county jail holding facility.
“Mark! You have to listen to me, please drop the charges; I did it because I loved you!” Diane shrieked frantically. Mark gripped the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white against the plastic housing.
“You kidnapped my wife, tortured her in a freezer, and tried to steal everything I built,” Mark said coldly. “The only thing you're going to get from me is a front-row seat at your criminal trial.”
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He slammed the receiver down onto the cradle, cutting off her hysterical screams once and for all.
Lucy walked into the kitchen, placing a warm hand on his shoulder to signal her silent support.
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