Chapter 6 - Handcuffs and Sirens
Judith groaned on the table, her breathing becoming shallow.
"Diane, please! Call an ambulance!" Mark shrieked, completely losing his mind. "She's going to die! You have to help her!"
"I already called an ambulance, Mark," Diane replied smoothly, tapping her smartphone screen. "And I also called the police. They've been waiting outside for my signal."
Right on cue, the heavy front doors of the estate burst open. The deafening wail of police sirens and ambulance horns pierced the quiet, upscale neighborhood. Red and blue lights flashed through the dining room windows, illuminating Mark's total ruin.
Paramedics rushed into the dining room, immediately securing Judith onto a stretcher and administering an emergency counter-agent.
Two armed police officers marched directly toward Mark.
"Mark Vance," the lead officer declared sternly, pulling out a pair of heavy steel handcuffs. "You are under arrest for attempted murder, conspiracy to commit fraud, and possession of an illegal toxic substance."
"No! Wait! It was an accident! I didn't mean to poison my mother!" Mark wept hysterically as the officers grabbed his arms, twisting them behind his grey tweed suit jacket.
"You meant to poison your wife," the officer replied coldly, clicking the cuffs shut tightly over his wrists.
Mark thrashed against the officers, looking back at Diane with pathetic, weeping desperation as he was dragged away from the dining table.
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Diane did not stand up. She did not yell. She sat completely upright, looking at him with an expression of icy, victorious finality.
👉 Read Part 7 to see Diane's ultimate, powerful departure.
