Russell frowned.
“Dr. Bennett?”
“His credentials were used.”
“Were?”
Margaret enlarged the log.
“From another location.”
A security image appeared.
A woman sat at a computer.
Young.
Blonde.
Elegant.
I recognized her immediately.
“Rebecca?”
Russell’s personal assistant.
She had worked for him for eight years.
She organized his travel.
His medicine deliveries.
His appointments.
She had even sat beside me at the hospital once and held my hand while Russell was in surgery.
“No.”
Margaret opened another file.
Payments.
Encrypted accounts.
Foreign transfers.
“Rebecca wasn’t working alone.”
Russell looked sick.
“For whom?”
Margaret glanced toward the basement behind us.
“Thomas.”
Hayes.
My father.
I felt numb.
“He ordered her to poison Russell?”
“Not exactly.”
Hayes appeared in the doorway.
Blood stained his shirt.
He had followed us.
Claire reached for her gun, but Daniel stopped her.
Hayes said, “Rebecca was supposed to make him weak.”
Russell stared at him.
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