He reached the foyer just as Victoria was frantically trying to unlock the massive mahogany front doors.
Through the glass panels, Jerry could see Dr. Helen walking up the front steps, carrying her medical bag, completely unaware that the trap had snapped shut.
Jerry’s security men immediately swarmed the foyer. Two massive guards intercepted Dr. Helen on the porch, dragging the protesting doctor inside and tossing her medical bag onto the marble floor.
“Let go of me! I am Chief Williams’s personal physician!” Dr. Helen shrieked, her glasses knocked askew.
Victoria stood frozen by the door, her face a mask of absolute terror. Her escape plan was ruined. She looked at Jerry, her eyes darting like a trapped animal, the heavy makeup unable to hide the pale, sickly color of guilt washing over her face.
“Jerry, please,” Victoria stammered, her voice shaking violently. “You are making a mistake. Dr. Helen is just here for Maya’s evening checkup.”
Jerry walked slowly down the remaining steps, each footfall echoing through the cavernous foyer like the strike of a judge’s gavel.
He looked at the two women who had smiled in his face, eaten at his table, and systematically tortured his seven-year-old child.
