Chapter 4 - THE DEATHBED WHISPERMara slammed her palm against the mahogany desk, standing up with a furious hiss.
"It doesn't matter what county it's in!" Mara shrieked, losing her polished composure entirely. "He signed it! He wanted me to have it!"
"Did he?" a cold, familiar voice echoed from the doorway.
The heavy library doors swung open wide.
Standing in the entryway was Detective Marcus Vance of the State Financial Crimes Unit, flanked by two uniformed county deputies and my father’s longtime personal physician, Dr. Alan Sterling.
Mara stumbled backward, clutching the edge of the desk. "What... what is this?! Who let you in here?!"
I looked at Mara, remembering the exact conversation I had with my father six weeks earlier, when he had managed to whisper through his oxygen mask while Mara stepped out to take a phone call:
“Don’t fight her yet, Chloe,” Dad had rasped, squeezing my hand with his remaining strength. “Let her finish hanging herself.”
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So I had.
I had quietly authorized the state financial crimes division to audit every single digital transaction, forged signature, and medical chart alteration executed during Mara’s tenure as his nurse.
