PART 3: THE SECRET RECORDINGS
Richard turned away to answer the call in a rushed whisper, but he didn’t realize my phone was already recording his voice.
“She saw the serial mark,” Richard hissed into the receiver, stepping into the privacy of his poolside cabana. “We need to clear the lab files immediately before she contacts the authorities.”
My heart hammered against my ribs as I followed him quietly, keeping Sophie safely behind me while listening through the cracked cabana door.
It turned out Richard hadn’t just been my boss; he was the primary benefactor of the research facility where my husband, David, had worked as a neuro-engineer.
A year ago, David hadn’t perished in an explosion as the company claimed—he had uncovered massive illegal asset diversion within Richard’s firm.
To cover up the crime, Richard had staged the accident, confiscated David’s personal files, and stolen his patented medical technology to treat his own deteriorating condition.
When Richard stepped out of the cabana, he found himself face-to-face with two state troopers I had quietly summoned to the property minutes earlier.
(Justice is about to crash down on the guilty! Click “Next Page” to see how the story ends…)
