Chapter 5 - The Rat in the Cell
Two weeks passed.
The pressure on the Vance family was reaching a critical boiling point.
Without my financial backing and with all corporate and personal assets frozen by court order, the legal fortress Indigo had spent thirty years building began to crumble like wet sand.
Indigo and Amber were still trapped in county jail, unable to pay their bail. Bruno, living out of a cheap, run-down motel on the highway, was forced to sell his luxury watch and personal vehicle just to pay his private defense attorney’s retainer.
On Friday morning, I received a call from Marcus.
"Jade, Indigo's defense counsel just reached out," Marcus said, his tone sharp and focused. "They're begging for a settlement meeting. Indigo wants to make a deal before the federal grand jury issues its formal indictment next Tuesday."
"What kind of deal?" I asked, looking out over the manicured lawn of my estate.
"He wants you to drop the civil extortion and domestic violence claims, and he wants you to withdraw your forensic testimony from the AG's office," Marcus explained. "In exchange, he's offering to sign over all remaining corporate shares of Vance Logistics to you, along with a full waiver of any marital property rights."
I let out a cold, bitter laugh. "He wants to give me shares of a company that is already bankrupt and under federal investigation? He really thinks he's still the smartest man in the room, doesn't he?"
"So we decline?" Marcus asked.
"No," I replied, a slow, calculated plan forming in my mind. "We accept the meeting. But we hold it at the county correctional facility. And I want Bruno there."
Three hours later, I sat at a stainless-steel table inside a cold, fluorescent-lit consultation room at the county jail. Marcus sat beside me with a thick stack of legal briefs.
The heavy iron door clicked open, and two guards escorted Indigo and Amber into the room.
They looked unrecognizable.
Indigo had lost weight, his expensive designer hair had grown gray and unkempt, and he was wearing an oversized orange jumpsuit. Amber looked completely broken. Her skin was sallow, her manicured nails were chipped and filthy, and she couldn't stop her hands from trembling.
Behind them walked Bruno, wearing a cheap, off-the-rack suit that hung loosely on his shoulders. He wouldn't even look me in the eye as he took a seat beside his father's public defender.
"Jade," Indigo began, trying to force his usual commanding, booming voice, though it sounded weak and raspy in the small concrete room. "Thank you for agreeing to see us. We need to handle this like adults. Family matters shouldn't be dragged through the public courts."
"You aren't my family, Indigo," I said flatly, resting my hands on the table. "And this isn't a family matter. It's a criminal prosecution."
"Look at your mother-in-law!" Indigo barked, pointing a shaking finger at Amber, who began weeping silently into her hands. "She's sick! She can't survive in this place! Have you no mercy?!"
"Did you have mercy when you held me down while she hit me?" I countered, my tone dropping into a icy draft that made the room go quiet. "Did you have mercy when you demanded three million dollars of my grandmother's memory?"
Amber lifted her face, her eyes filled with desperate, frantic rage. "It was just money, Jade! You had millions! We needed it to save our legacy! Why couldn't you just give it to us?!"
"Because it wasn't yours," I said cleanly. "And neither was the two point four million you stole from your own employees."
Indigo’s public defender cleared his throat nervously, leaning in toward his client. "Mr. Vance, I strongly advise you to keep your tone diplomatic."
Indigo ignored his lawyer, leaning across the table, his bloodshot eyes fixed on me. "We made an offer, Jade. You take Vance Logistics. You take the remaining corporate accounts. You drop the civil suits and tell the prosecutor you made an accounting error in your audit. We sign the divorce papers, and everybody moves on."
I looked at Indigo, then at Amber, and finally turned my gaze to Bruno, who was staring down at his knuckles.
"That's a very generous offer, Indigo," I said softly. "But you're missing one very important piece of information."
Indigo frowned. "What information?"
I reached into Marcus's folder and pulled out a fresh stack of legal documents, sliding them across the table toward Bruno.
"What is this?" Bruno muttered, picking up the papers with trembling fingers.
"That," I said, watching his face intently, "is a copy of the plea deal your father's defense attorney submitted to the State Attorney General yesterday afternoon."
Bruno froze. His eyes scanned the top page of the document.
"What... what does this mean?" Bruno whispered, his voice cracking.
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"It means," Marcus explained calmly, "that your father offered to plead guilty to one count of financial fraud and give full testimony establishing that you, Bruno Vance, were the sole mastermind behind the pension fund embezzlement—in exchange for dropping all charges against himself and your mother."
Bruno turned slowly toward Indigo, his face pale with absolute, devastating shock. "Dad... is this true? You framed me?!"
