Chapter 8 - The Arrest
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The holding cell at the Hennepin County Sheriff’s Department smelled of bleach and stale sweat.
Gabriel Linwood paced the small, concrete room like a caged animal. His expensive charcoal suit was wrinkled, his tie was missing, and his meticulously styled hair was a disheveled mess.
He walked over to the thick plexiglass window of the cell door, screaming at the passing deputy.
“I demand my phone call! I am a prominent business owner! You can’t hold me here on the fantasies of a six-year-old kid!”
“Sit down and shut up, Linwood,” the deputy replied without even looking at him. “Your lawyer is here.”
The heavy steel door buzzed loudly and swung open. Gabriel’s high-priced defense attorney, Richard Vance, walked into the interrogation room, looking incredibly irritated.
“Richard, finally!” Gabriel gasped, rushing forward. “You have to get me out on bail. This is a nightmare. Clara is framing me. That recording is completely fake!”
Richard Vance slammed his expensive leather briefcase onto the metal table and glared at his client.
“Sit down, Gabriel,” the lawyer ordered sharply.
Gabriel blinked in surprise but slowly took a seat.
“I just got out of a meeting with the District Attorney,” Richard said, his voice dripping with condescension. “They aren't just charging you with attempted murder, Gabriel. They executed a search warrant on your house three hours ago. They found the crushed pills in your office drawer. They found the burner phone Samantha used to illegally purchase the drugs online.”
Gabriel’s face went entirely slack. All the color drained from his cheeks.
“Worse,” Richard continued, leaning over the table, “Samantha Drake accepted a plea deal thirty minutes ago. She rolled on you, Gabriel. She gave the DA everything. The offshore accounts, the texts, the entire plot. In exchange for immunity on the attempted murder charge, she gave them the smoking gun.”
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“She... she turned on me?” Gabriel whispered, his illusion of control completely shattering.
“You’re facing twenty-five years to life in a federal penitentiary,” Richard stated coldly. “There will be no bail. You are going to prison, Gabriel. I suggest you get comfortable.”
