Chapter 7 - The Master Carpenter
Preston’s smile completely collapsed. He looked at the locked oak door, then up at the security camera.
"What do you mean he isn't inside?" Preston stammered, the color violently draining from his face. "He's talking to us right now!"
"I'm talking to you through the two-way app on my phone, Preston," Silus’s voice echoed from the speaker, sounding slightly staticky but undeniably clear.
The deputy pressed a button on his radio. "He's been sitting in my patrol supervisor's office for the last hour, watching you try to break into his house on his security feed."
Preston stumbled backward, his white suit suddenly feeling like a straitjacket. He bumped into the camera operator, who slowly lowered his professional camera, realizing he was filming a felony in progress.
"That's... that's impossible," Darlene whispered, her auburn hair trembling in the morning breeze. She looked at the father in absolute terror.
"You told me you saw him sign this on Thursday morning?" the deputy asked, taking a step toward the father.
"He did!" the father panicked, desperately clinging to the lie to protect his golden son. "He was right here!"
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"That is physically impossible," the deputy stated, his voice booming with authority. "Because Silus was out of the state on Thursday. He was in Chicago, buying wholesale lumber. We have his hotel receipts, his toll booth photos, and ATM timestamp footage."
👉 How will Preston try to throw his own family under the bus to save his TV deal?
