บททั้งหมดของ FRAMED FOR MURDER WHILE PREGNANT: NOW I'M THE MAFIA'S WIFE: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Marissa POV Later That Day The FBI arrived at 2 PM with a warrant to search the penthouse.Special Agent Sarah Morrison the same agent who'd investigated Becca's death and warned us about suspicions led the team. Eight agents, forensic specialists, enough manpower to make it clear this wasn't a courtesy visit."Mrs. Castellano, Mr. Castellano." Agent Morrison held up the warrant. "We have authorization to search these premises for evidence related to an ongoing investigation into multiple deaths that occurred last week."I'd been expecting this since Marcus's text about Claire meeting with the FBI. We'd had four hours to prepare. Catherine was already on her way. Marcus had swept the penthouse twice, removing anything remotely incriminating. The children were with the nanny at a secure location Marcus had arranged.We were as ready as we could be."Of course, Agent Morrison," I said calmly. "We're happy to cooperate. Though I'm curious what made you think searching our home would be

Marissa POV Three Months Later, Argentina The house was everything Marcus promised. Colonial style villa on five acres of rolling hills, an hour outside Buenos Aires. White stucco walls, terracotta roof, gardens that needed work but had potential. Isolated enough for privacy, close enough to civilization for necessities.Our prison, beautifully disguised.I stood on the back patio watching Michael chase butterflies in the overgrown garden while the babies napped inside. Three months in Argentina, and I still felt like a ghost haunting someone else's life.Maria Chen. Business analyst. Mother of three. Wife to David Chen, technology consultant.None of it felt real."You're thinking too loud," Von said, appearing with coffee. Real coffee this time Argentina had excellent coffee, one of the few bright spots of exile."I'm thinking about who we used to be. Whether those people still exist somewhere or if we killed them when we got on that plane.""They exist. Just sleeping. Like you sai

Von POV Six Months Later Daniel Cross arrived in Buenos Aires on a Tuesday.Marcus's people spotted him at the airport, tracked him to a hotel in Palermo, watched him meet with local private investigators who specialized in finding foreigners hiding in Argentina."He's methodical," Marcus reported via encrypted video call. "Spent three days just reviewing public records property registrations, business licenses, school enrollments. He's building a database of every foreign family that arrived in Argentina around the time you did.""How many families is that?""Hundred and forty seven. He's narrowing it down by demographics couple with young children, technology or business background, financial resources to afford private schools and estate properties. That drops it to twenty three.""We're one of twenty three.""Yes. But Von, he doesn't know which one. And he's working alone Morrison's funding this privately, can't use official FBI resources. That limits him.""A limitation that buy

Marissa POV Saturday Evening I'd cooked for six hours.Empanadas, asado, chimichurri, ensalada mixta, dulce de leche flan. A feast that screamed "local integration" and "perfectly assimilated expat family." Nothing about this dinner suggested fugitives desperately trying to appear normal.Which was exactly the point."You're stress cooking," Von observed, watching me plate the empanadas with obsessive precision. "That's the fifth time you've rearranged them.""They need to look authentic. Like Maria Chen actually knows how to cook Argentine food.""Maria Chen is you. You do know how to cook Argentine food. You've been taking classes for six months.""Classes that feel like evidence of trying too hard to fit in. Cross will see through it.""Cross isn't coming to dinner. Rebecca is. And her daughter. And that other couple you invited the Andersons?""Johnsons. Mark and Sarah Johnson. American expats, been here three years, completely legitimate. No fugitive backgrounds, no federal warr

Marissa a POV Two Weeks Later Catherine called with news that made my hands shake."I have an offer from the Department of Justice. Are you sitting down?""Yes. Tell me.""They'll drop the murder conspiracy charges completely. In exchange, you both plead guilty to obstruction of justice fleeing prosecution, destruction of evidence, things related to being fugitives. Recommended sentence: three years federal prison, eligible for parole after eighteen months.""Three years in prison.""Eighteen months if you're model prisoners. And here's the important part you can stagger your sentences. One of you serves first while the other cares for the children, then you switch. That way the kids always have one parent available."I processed this. "So I could serve eighteen months, get out, then Von serves eighteen months? Our children are never without both parents entirely?""Exactly. It's unusual, but I argued for it based on your circumstances three young children, no extended family support