Chapter 6 - Flashing Lights in the Driveway
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Lena hadn't just called her father when she found the documents.
The moment she unlocked the safe, knowing Travis’s violent temper, she had sent a single emergency code via encrypted message to Derek. For five years, Derek had kept a military-grade tracking app synced to Lena’s phone after a stalking incident in college. He was already only five miles away, monitoring Travis’s suspicious offshore transactions at Arthur’s request.
Now, back in the present moment, Travis knelt on the broken porcelain, his shoulder screaming in pain, his eyes darting between Derek’s massive frame and the phone on the ground.
"You're making a mistake, Derek," Travis breathed, his teeth gritted. "Arthur is an old, senile fool. Whatever lies Lena told you, they're fabricated! She's mentally unstable! I have medical records proving she has bipolar episodes!"
"Is that your defense?" Derek asked, his face expressionless. "Call her crazy?"
"It's the truth!" Travis shouted, desperate to build a legal shield. "She attacked me first! Look at my face! She scratched me! I picked up that bat in self-defense! Any court in this country will see that I was the victim here!"
Suddenly, rhythmic flashes of red and blue pierced through the massive floor-to-ceiling glass patio doors behind them.
The reflections danced across the broken vase, painting the white marble floor in vivid crimson and sapphire light. The low, thrumming wail of sirens echoed down the long, gated private driveway.
Travis’s eyes widened with genuine panic. "Who called the cops? You idiots called the police to my house?"
"I didn't call the police," Derek replied calmly, stepping to the side so Travis could see the glass doors clearly.
Through the tinted glass, three black tactical SUVs and two state police cruisers pulled up, boxing in Travis’s sports car.
👉 Who was stepping out of those police cruisers?
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