My husband drove the car into the river with my brother and me trapped inside, but when the water had already reached my neck, the man who had been “paralyzed” for 15 years stood up from his wheelchair, k:ick:ed the door open, and whispered, “Play d:ea:d. He’s watching.” I didn’t ask any questions… until I saw who was waiting for my husband on the shore.

“Then be patient.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“I know.”

“Garrett says we can announce after probate starts.”

“Don’t.”

“Why?”

“Because people count backward.”

Agent Brooks looked at me.

“Victor.”

I understood.

Victor was warning her not to reveal the affair timeline.

Penelope continued.

“What if Rosalind’s toxicology comes back?”

The room went silent.

The male voice said, “There won’t be a body.”

I felt cold.

Penelope whispered, “And if there is?”

Victor answered.

“Then Garrett should have used more.”

My stomach turned.

That was the first direct link between Victor and the poisoning.

Agent Brooks stood.

“We’re moving.”

The arrests did not happen that day.

She wanted one more thing.

The original bottle.

Investigators believed Garrett still had it.

He had moved into my townhouse after my supposed death.

He had not thrown away everything.

Because people who think they have won become careless.

A warrant was obtained.