Neither would the detective.
His name was Samuel Reed.
He spoke to me briefly before labor became too intense.
He asked me to confirm that the recording had not been edited.
I confirmed it.
He asked about the sedative.
I told him what I saw.
He asked whether I still had the cup.
I pointed toward the bathroom.
A hospital staff member had already secured the room.
The cup was gone from the sink.
But the tea packet, spoon, and tray remained.
Daniel had touched everything.
Detective Reed told me they would document what they could.
Then he asked,
“Has your husband ever threatened you before?”
“No.”
“Been violent?”
“No.”
“Controlled your finances?”
“Not exactly.”
Laura looked at me.
I corrected myself.
“He tried.”
“How?”
“He constantly asked about the company.”
“What kind of questions?”
“Share structure.”
“Ownership.”
“My grandmother’s trust.”
“Insurance.”
The detective wrote something.
“Life insurance?”
I nodded.
