Chapter 11 - Victoria Interrogated Inside The Maximum Security Holding Cell
Inside the stark, windowless interrogation room at Manhattan precinct headquarters, Victoria sat with her arms tightly crossed.
Her ruby-red dress was stained with dirt, and her mascara was smeared across her cheeks from silent frustration.
Detective Vance tossed a thick manila folder onto the stainless-steel table right in front of her handcuffed wrists.
“The lab results are back, Victoria. We found the neurotoxin residue on your fingerprints and your evening clutch,” Vance stated.
Victoria sneered, tossing her blonde hair back with an air of arrogant defiance despite her dire predicament.
“You have zero proof of intent. It was a tragic accident involving an elderly woman with a weak heart,” she lied smoothly.
“The high-definition video feed from three different angles says otherwise, counselor,” Vance countered, sliding the flash drive forward.
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Victoria’s gaze dropped to the screen, her arrogant facade finally fracturing as she realized her life of privilege was over.
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