Chapter 7 - The Arrest
“Elena Cross!” the lead FBI agent barked, flashing his badge. “You are under arrest for bank fraud, grand larceny, and possession of stolen property.”
Elena screamed, dropping her purse. The antique diamonds spilled across the polished marble floor of the bank, glittering under the fluorescent lights.
“No! This is my husband’s property! I have Power of Attorney!” she shrieked, kicking and fighting as two female agents wrestled her arms behind her back.
I stepped out of the van and walked through the bank doors. The lobby was dead silent, save for Elena’s hysterical sobbing.
She looked up and saw me standing there in my uniform, my face devoid of any emotion.
“Marcus! Tell them! Tell them it’s ours!” she begged, the mask of the arrogant abuser completely shattered, leaving only a pathetic, desperate thief.
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“You have the right to remain silent, Elena,” I said, my voice echoing in the quiet bank. “I highly suggest you finally use it.”
As they dragged her out to the cruiser in front of dozens of bank patrons, local news cameras—tipped off by Thorne—flashed brightly. Her tearful Facebook video was about to be replaced by footage of her being hauled away in handcuffs, screaming like a lunatic.
