Chapter 8 - The Military Precision
Colonel Ward arrived within the hour, flanked by legal representation that made the Sterlings’ high-priced lawyers look like amateurs. I stood in the background, a silent sentinel, while the investigators swarmed the mansion. Emily was wrapped in a blanket, surrounded by medics, but she never let go of my hand. I watched as the officers led Marcus and his parents out in handcuffs. They looked small now. Pathetic. The mansion, once a symbol of their untouchable power, was now a crime scene.
