Chapter 3 - The Poisoned Pen
The paramedics arrived and carefully loaded Grandma onto a stretcher to take her to Dallas Memorial.
Rosa rode in the ambulance with her, clutching her frail hand.
I sat at the kitchen island, spreading the contents of the hidden folder across the marble countertop.
Vanessa and Tyler had been escorted outside to the patio by the police while they took statements.
The first document was a private investigator's report my father had commissioned.
It detailed how Vanessa had been systematically draining his corporate accounts into offshore shells.
The second document was a blood test from a private lab.
My father had tested positive for high levels of heavy metal toxicity, specifically arsenic.
He hadn't died of a sudden heart attack.
Vanessa had been slowly poisoning him for months while I was deployed.
The forged will on his desk was just the final step in her hostile takeover.
I gripped the edge of the counter until my knuckles turned white.
Grief was a luxury I could not afford right now.
I needed absolute, unyielding justice.
I walked out to the patio and handed the lab report directly to Officer Davis.
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Vanessa’s charity friend, who had been sitting quietly this whole time, suddenly stood up and ran out the front door.
The charade was completely falling apart.
