Chapter 6 - CHECKMATE
“You went through my things?!” Brandon exploded, standing up so violently his chair crashed to the floor. He lunged toward me, his fists clenched, the same violent rage in his eyes that I had seen the day he struck my mother.
But before he could cross the room, the apartment door swung wide open. The two plainclothes officers stepped in, hands resting casually on their belts. David walked in right behind them, looking utterly delighted.
“Brandon Miller?” the taller officer asked.
Brandon stopped dead in his tracks. “Who the hell are you?”
“We have a warrant for your arrest for assault and battery. Furthermore, your bank accounts have been frozen pending a federal investigation into wire fraud and embezzlement.”
Brandon’s jaw dropped. He looked at me, then at the officers, the reality of his situation finally crushing him. He began to stammer, begging me to call them off, promising he would give the money back, blaming the whole thing on Chloe. It was pathetic. I watched with detached satisfaction as they handcuffed the man I had once promised to spend my life with.
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As they led him out the door, he looked back over his shoulder. “Sarah, please! Seven years! You can't do this to me!”
I looked him dead in the eye. “I counted to five, Brandon. You’re out of time.”
