Chapter 6 - The Freezing Streets
"You called the police on your own daughter?" Daniela gasped, her voice cracking with pure disbelief.
"You committed a felony when you forged my signature on that property deed," I stated without a trace of emotion.
"Please, Mom, you have to help me, I have nowhere to go!" she begged desperately.
"You should have thought about your destination before you locked me out of my own home," I replied smoothly.
I hung up the phone and completely powered the device down.
I did not want to hear another word of her empty, desperate apologies.
Across the city, Daniela sprinted out of the house just as the wail of police sirens began echoing down the street.
She ran down the freezing sidewalk wearing only a thin sweater and the pearl earrings Richard had bought me.
She had no money, no husband, and no home to return to.
I turned on the television in my hotel suite and switched over to the local news channel.
Breaking news banners flashed across the bottom of the screen in bright red letters.
The news anchor announced that a major police raid was currently underway at JFK International Airport.
Helicopter footage showed David being slammed against the hood of a police cruiser by heavily armed Port Authority officers.
The blue velvet box was sitting on the trunk of the car, entirely recovered as solid evidence.
David’s arrogant, cheap little smile was completely gone, replaced by the terrified weeping of a broken coward.
I felt a profound sense of satisfaction wash over me as they forced his head down into the back of the police car.
My room phone rang abruptly, startling me from my peaceful viewing.
I picked up the heavy receiver, expecting it to be the hotel concierge.
"Mrs. Eleanor, this is Detective Miller," the gruff voice said over the line.
"Did you recover the necklace, Detective?" I asked politely.
"We recovered the velvet box, Eleanor, but we have a very serious problem," he sighed heavily.
"What seems to be the issue?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"The necklace inside the box is a complete fake, made of cheap glass and cubic zirconia," the detective revealed.
I smiled perfectly into the empty hotel room.
"That is a terrible shame, Detective, but grand larceny still applies to the intent of the theft," I said.
"That isn't the biggest problem, Eleanor," Miller continued, his voice dropping to a cautious whisper.
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"What could possibly be worse?" I asked.
"When we arrested David, he started screaming that you orchestrated the entire mob invasion to have him killed."
