Chapter 11 - A Trap Set in Broad Daylight
Within twenty minutes, the tranquil hills of the Nashville estate were illuminated by the flashing red and blue lights of twelve police cruisers, three unmarked state investigator vehicles, and an emergency medical response unit.
The Tennessee Bureau of Investigation took immediate custody of the scene.
Dr. Paul Vance broke under interrogation within five minutes of being placed in the back of a squad car. Terrified of facing life imprisonment for attempted murder and child poisoning, he confessed to everything: the fabricated medical charts, the kickbacks from Helen, the illicit sedatives, and the planned kidnapping scheduled for 2:00 AM.
Derek sat on the curb of the driveway, sobbing hysterically as detectives read him his rights for conspiracy to commit murder, grand larceny, and child abuse.
When Helen Dawson was led out in handcuffs, dressed in her ruined wool dress, she passed right in front of me.
She glared at me with pure, unadulterated hatred. "You were too blind to see what was right under your nose, Nathan. You always were."
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"Emily saw you," I said, my voice cold and calm. "And she made sure you would spend the rest of your life in a concrete box."
As the squad cars pulled away down the long winding driveway, their sirens cutting through the cool midnight air, the oppressive dark cloud that had hung over the estate for two years finally lifted.
