Chapter 4 - The Handcuffs at the Altar
Arthur stumbled forward toward the casket, his hands shaking violently as he reached out to touch the white polished wood.
"Chloe... no... no, no, no!" Arthur gasped, hot tears finally spilling from his eyes as reality crushed his soul. "This isn't real! Clara, tell me this is a sick joke!"
Before his fingers could touch the casket, the chapel’s double doors slammed wide open once more.
Two stern federal officers and three local police detectives marched inside, their heavy boots echoing against the marble floor.
Officer Miller stepped directly between Arthur and the casket, grabbing Arthur’s arm in a vice-like grip and twisting it behind his back. Simultaneously, a detective grabbed Beatrice by her wrists.
"Arthur Sterling, you are under investigation for corporate fraud, embezzlement, and reckless endangerment!" Officer Miller declared in a loud, booming voice.
Beatrice shrieked in absolute panic as the metal handcuffs snapped tight around her wrists, her silk shawl slipping off her shoulders.
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"Arthur, do something! What is happening?!" Beatrice screamed, her voice echoing off the stained-glass windows.
👉 How did the police know exactly where to find Arthur the moment he stepped back into the country?
