The peaceful morning at the Chadwick home was shattered by the sudden, unwelcome intrusion. Brooke ran down, just in time to see a squad of uniformed officers, their faces etched with grim determination, storm in through the front door.
Lottie who had been by the pool but got startled by the commotion, came into the house, tying the belt of her robe securely around her waist. Both women watched in disbelief as the officers moved swiftly, their eyes fixed on one target: Jeff Chadwick.
"What is going on here?" Lottie demanded, her voice trembling. "Who are you, and what do you want in my house?"
The lead officer, a stern-faced man with a badge pinned to his chest, ignored her question. "Mr. Chadwick, you are under arrest and we demand that you come with us immediately," he announced, his voice cutting through the air.
