Victoria: Clara?! You authorized a common cleaning maid to contact law enforcement[cite: 1]?!
Marcus: Clara isn't a common maid, Victoria[cite: 1].
Victoria: What ridiculous lie are you going to invent now? That she's an undercover federal agent[cite: 1]?!
Marcus: Clara is Hannah's younger sister[cite: 1].
The entire grand hallway seemed to drop ten degrees as the words hit the air[cite: 1].
Victoria's jaw fell slack, her eyes bulging as she stared at the woman in the light blue uniform[cite: 1].
Victoria: Her sister...? Hannah was an only child from a family in Ohio[cite: 1]!
Clara: Hannah was adopted by the Miller family when she was four years old, Victoria[cite: 1].
Victoria: That's impossible! The background check our private investigators ran found zero biological siblings[cite: 1]!
Clara: Because I was raised by our aunt in Portland under our mother's maiden name[cite: 1].
Victoria: You took a maid's job in this house... to spy on me[cite: 1]?!
Clara: I took this job because Hannah called me forty-eight hours before her plane went down in the storm[cite: 1].
Marcus: What did Hannah tell you on that call, Clara[cite: 1]?
Clara: She told me that if anything happened to her, Victoria Vance would try to take her twins and her trust fund[cite: 1].
Victoria: This is a conspiracy! A sick, twisted extortion plot designed to steal my family's merger assets[cite: 1]!
Clara: She told me to check the third octave key of the Steinway piano in the parlor[cite: 1].
Marcus turned his gaze toward the open double doors of the music room across the hall[cite: 1].
Marcus: The third octave key?
Clara: Hannah hid an encrypted flash drive inside the hammer mechanism of middle C[cite: 1].
Victoria scrambled backward on her hands and knees across the wet marble, her green dress tearing at the seam[cite: 1].
Victoria: Don't look in that piano, Marcus! There is nothing inside that instrument[cite: 1]!
Marcus strode into the music room, his dress shoes clicking firmly against the hardwood[cite: 1].
He lifted the heavy ebony lid of the concert grand piano, reaching his fingers beneath the felt hammer rail[cite: 1].
Taped neatly behind the brass hinge of middle C was a tiny black micro-drive wrapped in clear plastic[cite: 1].
Marcus peeled the tape away, stepping back into the foyer with the drive held between two fingers[cite: 1].
Marcus: Do you recognize this drive, Victoria[cite: 1]?
Victoria: Anyone can buy a flash drive at an electronics store! It proves nothing[cite: 1]!
Clara: It contains the original voice recordings between your father and the flight mechanic in Austin, Victoria[cite: 1].
Victoria: Voice recordings...? My father never recorded his phone calls[cite: 1]!
Clara: The mechanic recorded them to protect himself from being eliminated by your family's fixers[cite: 1].
The heavy front double doors of the mansion were pushed wide open with a booming crash[cite: 1].
Four uniformed police officers and two armed federal marshals marched into the foyer, led by Captain Marcus Miller[cite: 1].
Captain Miller: Dallas Police Department! Step away from the children and keep your hands where we can see them[cite: 1]!
Marcus: Captain Miller, thank you for arriving so quickly[cite: 1].
Victoria: Captain Miller! Arrest this man! He physically assaulted me across the face in front of his servant[cite: 1]!
Captain Miller looked at Victoria sitting disheveled on the floor, his face hardening into pure disgust[cite: 1].
Captain Miller: Victoria Vance, turn around and place both of your hands behind your back right now[cite: 1].
Victoria: What did you just say to me?! I am the victim of domestic battery[cite: 1]!
Captain Miller: You are under arrest for two counts of capital murder, federal wire fraud, and grand corporate sabotage[cite: 1].
Victoria let out a sharp, choked shriek, scrambling toward the staircase before two patrolmen seized her arms[cite: 1].