The loud sound of police sirens echoed in the distance outside the large gates.
Two local police cruisers pulled up the long concrete driveway at high speeds.
The tires screeched to a halt right in front of the grand mansion doors.
Four uniformed officers stepped out quickly with their hands on their holsters today.
They pushed open the front doors and entered the wide, bright entrance hall.
Officer Davis: Police department! Nobody move and state your name!
Mark: Down here, officer. The suspect is standing on the upper balcony above.
Mark pointed clearly toward Victoria, who was trying to slip toward the elevator.
The lead officer motioned for his team to split up and secure the area.
Two officers remained downstairs with Sarah to ensure her personal physical safety today.
The other two officers moved up the sweeping curved staircase with heavy footsteps.
Officer Davis: Victoria Vance, stay right where you are and put hands up!
Victoria: I am the owner of this house! You have no right!
Officer Davis: Turn around slowly and put your hands behind your back now!
Victoria backed up against the painted white wall as the officers approached her fast.
She tried to pull away, but the officers held her arms firmly in place.
The cold metallic clink of handcuffs echoed sharply through the quiet upper hall.
They snapped the restraints onto her wrists before she could resist them further.
Victoria: Sarah, tell them to stop! We are family, Sarah!
Sarah: You stopped being my sister the moment you tried to destroy me.
The police officers guided Victoria down the grand stairs toward the front doors.
Her bright crimson red dress dragged along the clean white marble steps below.
She kept shouting threats and pleas, but nobody inside the hall listened anymore.
Mark stood beside Sarah, keeping a protective arm around her trembling shoulders now.
Mark: She will never be able to harm you or this estate again.
Sarah: Thank you for saving my life today, Mark.