Chapter 11 – Vanessa's First Night in Jail
The holding cell smelled of disinfectant and concrete.
Vanessa Kensington had never spent a night anywhere without silk sheets.
Now she sat alone on a steel bench.
Her mascara had long since disappeared.
Every few minutes she replayed the moment on the courthouse steps.
She hadn't meant...
No.
She stopped herself.
She had pushed Khloe.
She simply hadn't expected the fall to be so violent.
A corrections officer approached.
"You have a visitor."
Vanessa stood.
Richard entered the interview room looking exhausted.
"What happened to you?"
"What happened to me?"
Vanessa laughed bitterly.
"They arrested me."
"You shoved a pregnant woman in front of dozens of witnesses."
"It wasn't supposed to happen like that."
Richard lowered his voice.
"Listen carefully."
"The police have the surveillance footage."
"I know."
"They also have our financial records."
Vanessa's face drained of color.
"How?"
"Harrison."
She slammed both hands onto the table.
"I told you we should have dealt with him first."
Richard looked around nervously.
"Keep your voice down."
Vanessa leaned closer.
"If I go to prison..."
"...I'm not going alone."
Richard froze.
"What does that mean?"
"It means I know everything."
Every offshore account.
Every fake company.
Every forged signature.
Every insurance policy.
Richard slowly leaned back.
For the first time in two years...
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He realized Vanessa was no longer his partner.
She had become his greatest threat.
