Chapter 3 - The Interrogation Room
I sat perfectly still on the cold metal bench inside the holding cell.
The heavy steel door swung open, echoing loudly in the damp room.
Julian walked in wearing a tailored suit, his right arm resting heavily in a medical sling.
He offered the corrupt police officer a crisp hundred-dollar bill, and the officer quietly left us alone.
Julian sat down across from me, a smug, victorious smile plastered across his face.
"You really thought you could outsmart me with a few martial arts tricks?" he mocked.
"You forged my signature on a property transfer, Julian," I stated with absolute calm.
"I did much more than that, sweetheart," he laughed darkly.
He pulled a thick stack of legal documents from his expensive leather briefcase.
"These papers will permanently transfer your entire corporate financial portfolio directly into my personal bank account."
"If you sign them right now, I will kindly tell my uncle to drop all the assault charges."
I looked at the documents, then looked directly into his greedy eyes.
"And if I refuse?" I asked softly.
"Then you will rot in federal prison for attempted murder, and I will take your money anyway," he threatened.
I leaned forward and rested my chin on my hands.
"I will never sign a single thing for you," I whispered.
Julian slammed his good hand angrily against the metal table.
"You are making a fatal mistake, Elena!" he roared.
He stormed out of the interrogation room, leaving the heavy door slightly ajar.
A few minutes later, a young rookie cop walked in looking incredibly nervous.
"You are officially making your one phone call now," the young cop stuttered.
He handed me a cheap plastic telephone and quickly stepped back.
I did not call a standard defense lawyer or a family member.
I dialed a highly encrypted, international number I had not used in five years.
A deep, gravelly voice answered on the first ring.
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"I need an immediate extraction, Marcus," I said quietly.
"Bail has already been posted, but the men waiting for you outside the station are not cops," Marcus warned just before the line went dead.
