Chapter 8 - The Exhumation
Dallas Cemetery was quiet on Tuesday morning.
A white tent was set up over my father's grave, shielding the site from the press that had gathered at the gates.
I stood in my dress uniform, saluting as the forensic team carefully raised the casket.
It was the hardest thing I had ever had to watch.
I had missed his actual funeral because of their lies, and now I was watching him be pulled from the earth.
Marcus stood beside me, his head bowed in silent respect.
"He would be so proud of you, Lieutenant," Marcus whispered.
I didn't cry.
I just watched the van drive away, carrying my father toward the truth.
Two days later, the official medical examiner's report was released.
The arsenic levels in his bone marrow were off the charts.
It matched the powder found in Vanessa's hidden stash perfectly.
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The final piece of the puzzle had clicked into place.
Vanessa’s fate was sealed in black and white ink.
