Chapter 3 - THE SALUTE OF THE CHIEF
Just as Vanessa began to respond,
the heavy oak doors of the pavilion burst open,
the sound echoing like a thunderclap against the glass.
The crowd parted like the Red Sea as a man in a dark,
immaculate uniform marched through the center of the room.
It was Arthur Miller,
the Chief of Police,
a man whose face was known to every person in the city as a symbol of unshakeable justice.
Vanessa’s smile faltered for a second,
before she forced it back into place,
believing her "evidence" had finally brought the law to her side.
"Chief Miller!"
she called out,
gesturing toward me with a flourish.
"You're just in time to witness the arrest of Elena Cross."
"I have all the documentation you need right here on the screen."
Miller didn't even look at the screen.
He didn't look at Vanessa.
He walked straight to me,
stopping exactly three paces away.
To the absolute shock of every guest in the building,
Chief Miller snapped his heels together and delivered a crisp,
formal salute.
The silence that followed was so profound you could hear the waves crashing on the shore outside.
"Sergeant Elena Cross-Vance,"
Miller said,
his voice booming with a authority that silenced the entire room.
"It is an honor to see you back on your feet."
The microphone in Vanessa’s hand slipped,
making a dull thud as it hit the carpet.
"Sergeant?"
she whispered,
the color draining from her face until she was as white as the lilies on the tables.
Miller turned to the crowd,
his gaze sweeping over the wealthy guests with a look of pure,
unfiltered disdain.
"For those of you who are confused,"
Miller began,
"this woman is not a criminal."
"Six years ago,
she was the lead undercover officer in the city’s largest narcotics sting."
"She took a bullet to the ribs while shielding a fellow officer from a gang leader's weapon."
"She spent three months in a coma,
and she was awarded the Medal of Valor in a private ceremony because her identity had to remain protected."
"She didn't run with criminals,"
he added,
looking directly at Vanessa.
"She brought them down."
"And for the last three months,
she has been working as a special consultant for my department,
tracking the illegal movement of funds within Vale Holdings."
The screen behind Vanessa suddenly changed.
The fake bank statements disappeared,
replaced by the real,
un-redacted documents showing Vanessa’s digital signature on every illegal transfer.
It showed the $2 million for this very party being taken from a charity for underprivileged children.
Vanessa staggered back,
tripping over her own gown,
as the realization of her error hit her like a physical blow.
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She had invited the very woman who was investigating her to a party designed to expose her.
She had brought the hunter into her own trap.
