Chapter 7 - The Police at the Door
The heavy oak front door opened, letting in a swirl of cold winter air and falling snow.
Two uniformed police officers and a lead detective stepped into the warm foyer, their boots clicking firmly against the hardwood floor.
“Martha Vance?” Detective Miller asked, taking off his leather gloves.
“Yes, Detective,” Martha answered, walking toward the entrance. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”
Vanessa shrank back toward the Christmas tree, her hands shaking as she tried to hide her trembling fingers inside her cream sweater sleeves. Julian sat paralyzed in his chair, completely numb.
“We received the wire fraud dossier and forged deed documents from Mr. Vance’s legal team fifteen minutes ago,” Detective Miller stated, pulling a official notepad from his pocket. “We have an emergency warrant to secure all financial devices on these premises.”
Vanessa took two steps back, her eyes darting toward the hallway where her laptop and purse were sitting.
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“Officer, this is a private family dispute!” Vanessa lied loudly, her voice cracking. “My mother-in-law has dementia! She doesn't know what she's doing!”
👉 Read PART 8 to see the shocking evidence Martha recorded on her leather planner pen!
