Frank opened the door, trying his best to appear indignant and shocked. “This is a private family home, and you cannot just barge in here without a warrant,” he lied.
A police officer stepped forward and displayed a legal warrant. “Ernesto Peterson, you are under formal investigation for threats, extortion, and the illegal use of substances to subdue potential victims,” the officer declared firmly.
I could barely catch my breath as the scene unfolded. The police systematically searched the house, and in a second floor study, they found a laptop, several USB drives, and folders containing stolen land deeds.
An officer walked over to me and asked if I could accompany them to the station to provide a formal statement. As I walked past Brian, he leaned in and whispered desperately.
“Daniela, please, I am begging you not to destroy everything,” he pleaded.
I stopped in my tracks and looked him in the eye. “You destroyed everything the moment you closed that bedroom door behind you,” I said firmly.
