Chapter 9 - The Eviction Squad Arrives with County Sheriff Deputies

At precisely 10:00 AM the following morning, the deadline expired.
A convoy of three marked Sheriff cruisers, accompanied by a heavy-duty commercial locksmith van and a professional moving crew, pulled through the gates of the Heron Lake estate.
I rode in the passenger seat of Dana’s Navigator.
My cast was still heavy on my arm, but for the first time in two weeks, the suffocating cloud of pain and betrayal had cleared, replaced by a cool, unshakeable sense of purpose.
As we stepped onto the front driveway, Judith Mercer was desperately trying to drag three oversized designer suitcases down the stone front steps.
Her hair was disheveled, her makeup smeared with furious tears, and her voice hoarse from screaming into her cell phone.
"You can't do this to me!" Judith shrieked, pointing a shaking finger at Deputy Miller. "I am a respectable woman! My late husband was a city councilman!"
"Ma'am, step away from the suitcases," Deputy Miller ordered.
Two female deputies moved in, unzipping the luggage on the front lawn.
Inside the suitcases were not just Judith’s clothes.
She had packed my grandmother’s vintage silver tea set, Samuel’s antique marine binoculars, three original oil paintings taken from the living room walls, and dozens of bottles of rare scotch taken from the cellar.
"Look at this," Deputy Miller muttered, shaking his head. "Grand Larceny over ten thousand dollars right in front of our eyes."
"Those were gifts!" Judith screamed. "Colin gave them to me!"
"Colin didn't own them to give, Judith," I said, stepping forward.
Judith stopped thrashing for one second. She looked at me, her eyes burning with pure, unadulterated venom. "You ungrateful little witch! You were nothing until my son married you! You ruined our lives!"
"You ruined your own lives the second you touched my grandfather's safe," I said quietly. "Deputies, please remove this criminal from my property."
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The deputies took Judith by the arms, handcuffed her behind her back, and escorted her down the gravel drive toward the back of the patrol cruiser.
Her expensive caftan dragged through the dirt as she kicked and cursed every foot of the way.
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