The morning Agnes was taken into custody, the sky above the city was heavy with clouds, the kind that promised rain but held it back just enough to cast a dull gray over everything. Two black cars pulled up in front of her house. She stood at the doorway as the officers approached, her posture tall, her face unreadable. She did not scream, she did not argue, and she did not ask for a lawyer immediately.Instead, she looked at them as though she had been expecting the visit, as though this was nothing more than an inconvenience.“Mrs. Watson,” one of the officers said as he presented the warrant. “You are under arrest for conspiracy, arson, and attempted murder. You will need to come with us.”Agnes tilted her head, her lips curling slightly. “You must be mistaken,” she said calmly. “I am a widow and a mother. I run a company that employs hundreds. Do you think I would involve myself in such filth?”“Please step into the car,” the officer replied evenly.She allowed them to escort her
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