Chapter 9 - The Police Arrival
Vincent didn't break Gregory's neck, even though every fiber of his being screamed to do it. He was a better man than his father.
He released his grip, letting the pathetic, weeping estate manager collapse onto the expensive rug.
"I called the police from upstairs," Vincent said, looking down at the man who had murdered his mother. "They are pulling up to the front gates right now. They aren't here for the watch, Gregory. They are here for first-degree murder."
Gregory sobbed hysterically, curling into a ball on the floor.
Within minutes, three uniformed officers burst into the living room. They didn't ask questions. They immediately handcuffed Gregory and dragged him out of the mansion, his screams echoing down the driveway as he faced the rest of his miserable life in a federal penitentiary.
Vincent stood alone in the quiet living room. He adjusted his dark suit, taking a long, deep breath. The massive, agonizing weight of his mother's unsolved death had finally, permanently lifted from his shoulders.
He turned around and walked back upstairs.
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Sofia was standing in the master bedroom. She wasn't crying anymore. She had picked up the spilled contents of her purse, carefully placing the faded photograph and the yellowed letter back inside.
👉 How will Vincent make things right with the sister he just met?
