Chapter 6 - The Cold Click of Justice
As the heavy oak doors began to swing shut, sealing them outside in the freezing night air, the driveway was suddenly illuminated by an explosion of flashing blue and red lights.
A convoy of LAPD and federal law enforcement vehicles roared up the private drive, screeching to a halt. Officers poured out of the cruisers. Leading them was a tall, imposing man in a police uniform.
Julian, sitting on the concrete with bleeding knees, looked up and saw a familiar face. Relief washed over his terrified features.
“Chief Miller!” Julian cried out, scrambling toward the officer. “John! Thank God you’re here! These people broke into my house! Arrest them! We play poker together, John, you know me!”
Chief Miller stopped. He looked down at Julian with an expression of profound, chilling disgust. He didn’t reach out to help his former poker buddy. Instead, he unclipped a pair of heavy steel handcuffs from his belt.
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“Mr. Sterling sends his regards, Julian,” Chief Miller said coldly, grabbing Julian’s arm and twisting it behind his back. “You picked the wrong family to steal from. You’re under arrest for massive corporate fraud, embezzlement, and assault. You have the right to remain silent, and I highly suggest you start using it.”
The cold click of the handcuffs echoing in the driveway was the sweetest sound I had ever heard.
