Chapter 5 - THE POLICE INTERVENTION
The county sheriff’s deputies arrived at my parents' old auxiliary guest house at 4:00 AM sharp. They didn't bother knocking politely; they used a tactical battering ram to breach the reinforced wooden door. When they flooded the bedroom, they found Eleanor sitting calmly on the edge of the mattress, a massive leather suitcase packed tightly beside her. She didn't look like a grieving grandmother or an innocent victim of circumstance; she looked like a cornered fugitive.
"Eleanor Vance, you are under arrest for the premeditated attempted poisoning of a minor," the lead detective declared, the steel cuffs flashing in the dim lamplight.
She didn't scream or throw a tantrum this time. She just turned her cold, dead eyes toward me through the doorway, devoid of any shred of remorse. "He was becoming a major problem, Arthur. You know how that boy is. He’s just like you—stubborn, defiant, unruly. I was merely helping you correct the household order."
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My father didn't say a single word in response. He simply raised his hand, pointed directly at the officers, and they shoved her wrists into the cuffs without hesitation.
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