Chapter 7 - The Web of Deceit
The following morning, Detective Bradley from the city police department arrived at our door alongside Officer Miller. They sat around our dining table, drinking black coffee while reviewing the loan document and the photograph left on our patio.
"We ran the names from this note," Detective Bradley said, tapping the paper with a pen. "The operation belongs to a man named Arthur Vance—Lorraine's estranged brother-in-law. They've had illegal betting and shell-company dealings going back twenty years. We knew Arthur was dirty, but we never had direct financial links connecting Lorraine to his illicit loan shark operations."
"Did you find Lorraine?" Nolan asked urgently. "Her bail conditions—"
"Her attorney, Marcus Sterling, filed a motion this morning claiming she suffered an acute panic attack and was admitted to a private psychiatric clinic outside city limits," Detective Bradley replied, frowning. "Because it's a medical facility, her bond hasn't been revoked yet, though an officer is stationed outside the clinic wing."
"That clinic is owned by Sterling's brother," Paige interjected sharply. "It’s a country club for rich defendants! She can walk out of there through a staff door anytime she pleases!"
"We're aware of the clinic's reputation," Bradley admitted. "Which is why we executed a search warrant on Lorraine's private residence at dawn today."
The detective opened a manila folder and pulled out several crime-scene photographs.
"Your security camera caught her using the cane, Mr. Vance. But what we found on the actual steps proved premeditation beyond a shadow of a doubt."
Bradley laid down three close-up photos of Lorraine’s porch.
"The third and fourth stone steps had been coated with clear industrial silicone sealant—the kind used for marine waterproofing. When dry, it's virtually invisible, but the moment it gets wet, it becomes slicker than ice. Your wife was carrying groceries, and Lorraine had deliberately watered the porch plants ten minutes prior, letting the runoff pool across the treated tread."
My breath caught in my throat. "She didn't just hook my foot. She rigged the stairs so I couldn't catch my balance."
"Exactly," Bradley said. "It was designed to look like a tragic domestic accident. Clumsy girl, heavy bags, wet leaves. Even if the cane hadn't connected, she was ensuring you would go over that railing."
"And the car?" Nolan asked, his voice shaking with restrained fury. "My brake line three weeks ago?"
"We subpoenaed the surveillance footage from the parking garage where you parked during your quarterly board meeting last month," Bradley said gravely. "A man matching the description of Arthur Vance's associate was seen crawling under your vehicle with a pair of cable cutters. Lorraine paid him ten thousand dollars from a cashier's check two days prior."
The room spun. Lorraine hadn't simply snapped under financial stress; she had orchestrated an execution campaign against her own family.
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"We have enough to charge her with attempted murder in the first degree, conspiracy, and grand larceny," Bradley said, closing the folder. "The arrest warrant is being signed by the magistrate right now. We're going to the clinic to take her into custody without bail."
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