The police arrived not long after.
By the time they showed up, Leslie Green had already gathered up those daggers, tucked them neatly into a custom pouch, and stuffed everything into her bag without leaving a trace behind.
The scene was a total mess—brutal and chaotic.
Though the officers stayed composed, their eyes briefly betrayed surprise.
Broderick Ackerley introduced himself in his usual calm and concise way. As soon as his name left his mouth, everyone recognized him. Even though he kept a low profile, the authorities were well aware of the major families in Windmere—they’d done their homework. Still, nobody expected it to be Broderick Ackerley himself.
Standing beside him, Leslie cut in smoothly.
"Officer, these guys were clearly after me and my husband. We were
