Chapter 2: Cold Metal Cuffs
Sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder until two police cruisers screeched to a halt outside the clinic's glass facade. Detective Vance, a seasoned officer with a no-nonsense demeanor, pushed through the doors. Eleanor immediately approached him, adopting the posture of an offended socialite.
"Officer, thank God. There has been a terrible accident," Eleanor said, projecting absolute victimhood. "My daughter-in-law is incredibly clumsy. She lost her footing."
Julian didn't engage in her theatrics. He simply walked over to Detective Vance, pulling up the clinic's secure server application on his phone. He had already accessed the estate's cloud network. "Detective. Check your AirDrop."
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Vance glanced at his own screen, hitting 'Accept'. The high-definition hallway footage played. It showed Clara standing near the top of the marble staircase, and Eleanor stepping directly behind her, raising both hands, and shoving her with vicious, deliberate force.
Vance locked his phone and looked up. He unclipped his handcuffs. "Eleanor Vance, you are under arrest." The cold metal snapped shut around her diamond-adorned wrists.
