Chapter 7 - The Sirens of Justice
The absolute stillness of the suburban night was suddenly shattered by the deafening, aggressive wail of approaching police sirens.
Red and blue strobe lights flashed violently through the massive glass windows of the luxury kitchen, casting eerie colored patterns across the marble countertops and the stacks of dirty dishes.
Down the hall, the sound of laughing and clinking wine glasses stopped instantly.
"What the hell is that?" Nathan's voice echoed, filled with sudden, sharp confusion.
Heavy, hurried footsteps pounded down the hallway as Nathan and Patricia rushed back toward the foyer and the kitchen. They rounded the corner just as loud, authoritative banging echoed against the front door.
"Police department! Open the door immediately!" a deep, commanding voice roared from the entryway.
Nathan froze in absolute shock, staring wide-eyed at the front door. "Police? Why would the police be here?"
Patricia's face drained of color as she looked down the hallway into the kitchen and saw Emily still collapsed on the floor in a pool of fluid. "Nathan... look at her. Look at the kitchen!"
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Nathan spun around, rushing into the kitchen just as the front door was forcefully battered open with a loud, splintering crash. Three heavily armed police officers and two emergency paramedics swarmed into the grand foyer, instantly moving toward the kitchen with their hands on their holsters.
👉 Read Part 8 to witness the officers' immediate horror.
