Chapter 6 - The Arrest on the PorchâI can't sign them, Nathan,â I said, looking him straight in the eye. âOr should I call you Nathan?â
Diane froze, dropping the notary stamp onto the table with a loud clatter.
Nathanâs face went ghastly pale. âWhat did you just say?â
âYour name isn't Evan Mercer,â I announced, my voice echoing clearly through the high-ceiling room. âEvan Mercer died nine years ago in Ohio. And youâre still legally married to Rebecca Lawson!â
Nathan lunged across the table to grab my arm, but I pushed open the heavy glass patio doors and stepped onto the sunlit deck!
WOOO-ROOO-ROOO!
Siren lights exploded through the pine trees surrounding the estate driveway!
Three black SUVs and two police cruisers tore up the gravel, blocking Nathanâs vehicle! Armed federal agents and county officers swarmed the porch with weapons drawn!
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âFBI! HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!â Investigator Aaron Pike shouted through a megaphone!
Nathan backed into the living room in sheer, disbelieving terror as agents kicked open the side entry doors!
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