Chapter 43
Jerald watched the security monitor in his study as the police cruisers braked to sudden stops in front of his home. Five, no seven, deputies spilled out of the vehicles and formed a perimeter around his home. Chief Willard and Special Agent Lex August approached his front door.
He’d expected them hours ago.
Some things took time, he supposed.
When he’d gotten his passport years ago, he’d had to provide his thumbprint. It should have been an easy process with the federal agent’s assistance to match the prints on the evidence to him.
Apparently they had taken the route of caution, not wanting to jump the gun and risk double-jeopardy complications.
Understandable.
The doorbell sang its greeting, echoing through the house. He had ensured his wife and daughter were away this morning. That made things simpler. Less traumatic for all involved. His primary goal was to ensure they were both protected. No matter the cost.
Enjoying a final look at the home he had so lovingly designed himself, he took his time arriving at the front door. At least now he had no reason to worry about the carpal tunnel surgery. His hands would no longer be of any use to him.
When he opened the door, Chief Willard stepped forward. Jerald was surprised his service revolver remained holstered.
“Good morning, Chief.” He glanced at the agent. “Agent August. How can I help you this morning?”
“Jerald, I have a warrant here to search your property.” Willard held the official document in his hand. “We’ll need your full cooperation.”
Jerald stepped back, opened the door wide. “Be my guest.”
He got a glimpse of Sarah Newton waiting near one of the police cruisers. He smiled, gave her a nod.
Perhaps she didn’t know it yet, but this was a game she could not win.