For the first time, Caleb looked toward the OR doors not with irritation, not with calculation, but with fear.
“What did Hannah say?” he asked.
Ryan’s eyes sharpened.
Interesting.
Not what did Hannah do.
Not is Hannah okay.
What did Hannah say.
Detective Alvarez caught it too.
“She hasn’t spoken to us yet,” she said.
Relief flickered across Caleb’s face before he could hide it.
Patricia saw it and closed her eyes briefly, furious at his carelessness.
Ryan stepped forward.
“My sister kept recordings, documents, financial statements, and medical notes. She believed her husband and mother-in-law were building a case to declare her mentally incompetent before the twins were born.”
Caleb said, “That is insane.”
Detective Briggs tapped his tablet.
“Actually, the word ‘incompetent’ appears in three emails from your office server.”
Caleb stopped.
Patricia turned to him slowly.
“You used the office server?”
Caleb’s throat worked.
Ryan’s eyes moved between them.
Another crack.
Bigger this time.
Detective Alvarez said, “We also have questions about a prescription filled under Mrs. Whitmore’s name six weeks ago.”
Caleb’s mouth shut.
Patricia looked away.
Ryan felt the air change.
There it was.
The second twist moving beneath the first.
Not just money.
Not just control.
Medication.
Tea.
The phrase from Marisol’s note came back.
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