The heavy front double doors opened wide once again, and four armed Palm Beach police officers rushed into the pristine white foyer[cite: 4].
Officer Martinez: "Mr. Sterling! Is everyone secure?!"
Julian: "Officer Martinez, thank God you're here. My daughter is upstairs with our maid[cite: 4]. The suspect is right there."
Julian pointed a commanding finger at Victoria, who was backed up against the bottom step of the staircase, her golden gown trembling[cite: 4].
Victoria: "Officer! You have to listen to me! This is a massive misunderstanding! My husband is framing me!"
Officer Martinez: "Ma'am, stay where you are and keep your hands visible."
Julian: "I have four-K video and audio evidence showing her tossing my daughter off the second-floor balcony, Officer[cite: 4]. The file has already been uploaded to your department's secure evidence portal."
Officer Martinez pulled up his hand-held police tablet, checking the incoming dispatch files. His face turned rigid as he watched the short video clip play on his screen.
Officer Martinez: "Mother of God... turn around, ma'am. Hands behind your back."
Victoria: "GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME! DO YOU KNOW WHO MY FATHER IS?!"
Officer Martinez: "I don't care if your father is the President, ma'am. You're under arrest for attempted capital murder of a minor, aggravated child abuse, and grand larceny."
Another officer stepped forward, grabbing Victoria's wrists and snapping pair of cold, heavy steel handcuffs over her wrists with a sharp, metallic click.
Victoria thrashed wildly, her metallic gown tearing near the shoulder as the officers forced her toward the front entrance[cite: 4].
Victoria: "JULIAN! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I WILL SUE YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE! YOU'LL SPEND EVERY PENNY ON LAWYERS!"
Julian: "I have enough money to keep you in a Texas or Florida state prison for the next fifty years, Victoria. Enjoy your new home."
Victoria: "YOU MUSERABLE COWARD! JULIAN!"
Her hysterical screaming faded down the long brick driveway as the officers escorted her into the back of a black-and-white police cruiser, slamming the door shut.
The foyer fell completely silent once more[cite: 4]. Julian took a deep, shaky breath, wiping a tear from his eye before turning toward the staircase[cite: 4].