Chapter 12 - Setting Up The Financial Trap
Back at the police station, Margaret and Paige sat in separate interrogation rooms realizing their luxurious scam had completely imploded.
Their high-priced defense attorney walked in, slamming a folder onto the metal table with a frustrated expression on his face.
“You didn't just commit minor fraud; you stole from a deployed combat soldier protected by federal military statutes,” the lawyer snapped.
“Can’t we settle this quietly out of court? We can return some of the money!” Margaret stammered, looking desperate.
“Return what? You spent almost all of it on designer goods and country club fees that are already liquidated!” the lawyer yelled.
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“If Sergeant Vance presses maximum federal charges, you’re both looking at ten to fifteen years in a federal penitentiary.”
Color drained entirely from Margaret’s face as the crushing weight of her own greed finally crushed her illusions of superiority.
