Part 6 — The Setup Fails

The police came to my apartment at 8:06 p.m. with a search warrant for grand theft. Chloe stood in the hallway behind me, pale and shaking.

“No, Mom,” she whispered. “I didn’t take anything.”

“I know,” I said.

The lead detective was polite but firm. “We need to search your belongings.”

Robert stepped between them. “Her attorney is on the way.”

The detective nodded. “We have a valid warrant.”