The trust fund I’d inherit in six months.
Detective Torres recorded everything while her partner took notes.
“We’ve seen this before,” her partner said grimly. “The gradual poisoning, the gaslighting, the inheritance motive.”
“Your father’s new wife fits the profile perfectly.”
“But my dad—” I started, tears finally spilling. “He wouldn’t let her.”
Detective Torres’s eyes softened.
“Your father might be a victim of manipulation himself,” she said gently. “Or he might be involved. We need to investigate both possibilities.”
Suddenly, my phone rang.
Dad again.
Detective Torres nodded.
“Answer it. Put it on speaker.”
My hand trembled as I lifted the phone.
“Anna, where are you?” Dad’s voice was angry. “Deanna’s been cooking all day, and you’re being incredibly rude.”
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