Chapter 15 - The Final Truth
The cool evening wind swept across the suburban lawn, carrying away the lingering wisps of acrid smoke as firefighters hosed down the charred remains of the front porch. The flashing red and blue strobes of the police cruisers painted long, erratic shadows across the grass, illuminating the ruined front window of the house where a family’s entire life had just been violently upended.
Detective Miller—no relation to David—stepped past the yellow police tape, holding a leather notebook in one hand while his eyes swept over the three survivors huddled near the patio table. His gaze lingered briefly on Sarah, who sat shivering on the grass with a thermal rescue blanket draped over her shoulders, before locking onto David.
"Mr. Miller?" the detective asked, flipping open his notebook. "I'm Detective Vance. Dispatch logs show you placed an emergency call reporting an active forced entry and an arson attack."
David nodded slowly, his chest still aching from the smoke inhalation. He stood protectively in front of Chloe, who clutched her phone tightly against her chest like a shield.
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"That's correct," David said, his voice hoarse and steady. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the heavy cardboard box containing the court documents and his father's vintage pocket watch, and handed the entire package directly to the detective. "And inside that box, you will find the complete paper trail, the aliases, the financ
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