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Looking out the office window I see four cops and Detective Hogan walk onto our floor. He heads straight for Casey. Pulling out cuffs he says. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you." Casey's hands are cuffed behind her back.

Clara steps forward. "I'm her attorney. Casey, don't say anything until I get to the station."

These two are going to hang themselves with the ropes I've laid out for them.

Casey looks at her and says. "I'm not going to tell them a thing."

Opening the door to my office I make myself seen by her. A smile spreads across my face. I mouth. 'Karma,' to her, before I turn my attention back to Dean.

She starts struggling against the cuffs and yells. "Eliza's pregnant, Austin."

This stupid woman is giving me information that I already know.

"She's the one carrying your child. How does it feel knowing that your real child won't get to know you."

Looking around the room I see my co-workers have their phones out filming the scene in front of them.

I'm going to ask them for a copy.

When they get close to the lift doors it opens and Casey's pushed inside. She disappears from view and relief washes throughout my body.

"Dean, if I need an attorney will you be the one to take me on as a client?"

He places his hand on my back. "Whatever you need, Austin I'll be there for you."

"Thank you."

Clara grabs her purse and walks over to us. "Sir, I'll be out of the office for the remainder of the day. As one of my clients need representation."

Looking over at her I say. "Too bad you're going to lose both cases. That client is a losing battle. All you care about is her money at the end of the day. The money that she stole from others and me. Are you sure that's the type of woman that you should be representing?"

Clara shrugs her shoulders. Putting her phone up to her. She looks at me and says. "Worry about yourself, Austin. Today's the day that everything comes tumbling down for you. Casey said she'd ruin your career and that's going to happen in five..." she starts walking to the elevator. She presses the button. "four... three..." the elevator door opens. She steps inside. "two..." the elevator doors begin to close. "one," she yells as she's taken down to the basement.

The door to the emergency exit stairs opens and a bunch of FBI Agents walk through the door. A tall guy with greying hair, tanned skin, lean muscles is standing at the front of the group. He yells. "FBI." His eyes roam around at the employees of the office." holding up a piece of paper. "I have a search warrant to take all things belonging to a Mr Austin Wilde."

Oh, fuck. She's done it this time.

Dean looks at me and he doesn't look happy. Lowering his voice he says. "What did you do?"

"Nothing," I cross my arms and look at the people wearing the FBI vests. "I have no idea why they're here. My work is done on time and I make sure there no mistakes in anything I've been provided. I also call clients to make sure that the information they provided is correct and if something needs to be changed they send me copies of what I spoke to them about."

"Are you Austin Wilde?" The agent that led the team in asks me.

"Yes, Sir."

I can't lie to these people. Besides, they know who I am from the research they would have done before they bursting into the building. All this is linked to both Clara and Casey. It looks like they're going to win and I'm going to be the loser in this situation.

Pulling out the cuffs he puts my hands behind my back. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you."

With pleading eyes I say to Dean. "Are you going to help me?"

"I'll see you in the FBI Headquarters in a couple of hours. I need to find out what's going on and make a few phone calls."

"Okay," I'm escorted out of the building and taken to the FBI. When I get to the FBI Headquarters my heart starts racing and I start to feel ill. "I'm going to be sick." Leaning against the wall I begin to throw up.

What's my family going to think when they hear about this?

When I left the building there were camera crews and photographers around to take pictures of me being led away. While Casey got to fly under the raider when it came to her.

That bitch keeps getting away with things. While what happens to me will be broadcasted across the country.

Looking at the agent next to me I Say. "Can I make a phone call? I don't want my parents to see this unfold on TV before hearing my side of the story."

The woman next to me has blonde hair and blue eyes. She kind of looks like Casey. Putting her finger to her mouth she says. "We'll talk about that when we're alone."

She's Casey's sister. The one that was pronounced dead. How things have changed. I'd love to hear her story of how she pulled that stunt and is still with us today and working for the FBI nonetheless.

"Agent Simmons. I have this. Can you get me a coffee? I'd like to talk to him for a moment before we start the interrogation."

"Sure," he looks me up and down. "This is the guy you're twin has been messing with for years?"

"Yes, right now he needs our help and he figured out who I am. I need to tell him my story. That way things won't interfere in the conversation we're going to have with him."

"Good luck with that, Agent Jackson." He walks in the opposite direction to us.

When we get to an interrogation room. She opens the door and we step inside. There's a desk in the middle of the floor and a two-way mirror.

I'm sure there's someone in the room watching us right now. They know Casey's sister's story while I'm about to learn it.

"I know there are questions that you need to be answered. I'll tell you what I can."

Moving around the room I say. "What led up to the moment where you had to drown at the lake?"

She rubs her hands together. "I found out my stepfather was doing illegal business and I reported. After he was arrested he came home and threatened me. The FBI protected me as long as they could. Then when I was close to getting away from my Stepfather he blows the tyres of the vehicle I was travelling in and killing the agents. One night I got a message from the FBI and they wanted to fake my death. I thought the only way that could happen was by going to the lake with my sister and boyfriend. When Casey's back was turned I went under the water and held my breath until Eliza came for me. I lowered my heartrate..."

How can you lower a heart rate and make it out that you're dead?

She clears her throat and looks into my eyes. "Those ambulance officers were FBI Agents they transported me to safety. Where I started to work for them. I don't have any regrets about leaving my old life and sister behind. It looks like Casey's done a lot of messed up things in my name, but that all lies on her."

"Are you going to make yourself known to her?"

A smile spreads across her face. "During her trial, I'm going to be there. Hopefully, while she's in prison she can change her ways and be the person I used to know and not this resentful bitch she now is."

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