My mother-in-law handed me a hundred thousand doll…
“Hello, Eleanor. Hello, Andrew,” I said, my voice projecting perfectly across the now-silent room. “Did you really think a little turbulence could keep me away from my own memorial?”
Before either of them could utter a word, the heavy double doors at the back of the ballroom burst open.
A dozen federal agents in tactical gear, flanked by local police officers and forensic investigators, flooded into the room, their weapons drawn.
But they weren’t looking at me.
The lead agent marched straight past me, climbing the steps of the stage, and pulled out a pair of steel handcuffs, pointing them directly at my husband.
But as the handcuffs clicked into place, my husband didn’t look at the police. He looked past them, his eyes locked onto the projection screen behind the stage, which had suddenly flickered to life, replacing my memorial slideshow with something that made everyone in the room scream in horror.
