Chapter 9 - The Arraignment and the Public Unraveling
The courtroom was packed to capacity when Trevor, Eleanor, and Briana were led in chains before Judge Harrison for their formal arraignment.
Trevor looked hollowed out, his expensive suit wrinkled and ill-fitting, while Eleanor glared viciously at the gallery until she spotted me sitting in the front row with Khloe, flanked by federal prosecutors.
When the district attorney recited the long catalogue of charges—ranging from first-degree burglary and domestic assault with a deadly weapon to bank fraud, identity theft, and interstate extortion—the public gallery gasped at the sheer scale of their criminality.
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Trevor’s newly appointed public defender attempted to argue for a reduced bail, citing lack of prior violent offenses, but Judge Harrison denied the request outright, citing the calculated, predatory nature of the crimes and the clear risk of witness intimidation.
Briana, who had been picked up by authorities earlier that morning at her motel hideout, sat at the defense table sobbing uncontrollably as the judge remanded all three defendants to custody without the option of posting bail until trial.
