Chapter 43
She didn’t smile when she saw me. She simply nodded a sharp professional acknowledgement that the package had been delivered. The ship security team stopped at the bottom of the ramp. They handed paperwork to the lead FBI agent, a tall man with sunglasses, and a jawline that looked like it could chew through steel.
Austin stopped walking. He looked at the cars. He looked at the guns on the officer’s hips. The reality of the situation finally pierced through his denial. His knees buckled slightly, and the guard had to hold him up. Monica, however, stopped and let out a scoff of disbelief. ‘Is this necessary?’ she demanded, her voice shrill and loud, echoing off the metal hull of the ship.
‘All this drama for a family misunderstanding. Do you know how much taxes we pay? We are platinum members with this cruise line.’ The lead FBI agent stepped forward. He did not remove his sunglasses. ‘Monica Slater?’ he asked. Mrs. Slater, she corrected him, snapping her fingers. And I demand to speak to my lawyer before you, Monica Slater and Austin Slater.
The agent interrupted his voice flat and bored. You are under arrest for federal bank fraud, wire fraud, aggravated identity theft, and child endangerment across state lines. He gestured to the uniformed officers. ‘Cuff them.’ ‘No!’ Monica shrieked. She pulled her arm away from the ship security guard only to have it grabbed instantly by a police officer.
You cannot touch me. This is a prank, right? Bill put you up to this. She spun around searching for me. Her eyes landed on where I stood 10 ft back, shielding the children. Bill, tell them. She screamed. Tell them you are scenile. Tell them you forgot you signed the papers. Stop this right now. It is not funny anymore.
I looked at her. I looked at the woman who had tormented my granddaughter, who had turned my son into a thief, who had lived like a queen on stolen money. I felt absolutely nothing. No anger, no pity, just the cold satisfaction of a balance sheet finally zeroing out. ‘I did not sign anything, Monica,’ I said calmly.
‘And neither did Austin, not legally. Liar.’ She lunged toward me, but the handcuffs clicked shut around her wrists. The sound was sharp and final. You are jealous. You are a jealous old man who wants to ruin our happiness because you are miserable. You are trying to sabotage my career. Do you know how many followers I have? I am going to live stream this. I am going to destroy you.