Daniel’s eyes flicked toward the back of the chapel. Too late. Two plainclothes detectives stood near the doors, their hands folded. Behind them waited a uniformed officer holding a sealed evidence bag.
I had not come to scream. Screaming was what Daniel expected from the women he hurt.
So I opened the folder I had carried beneath my coat.
“Three weeks ago, Maya discovered you had emptied her inheritance account and moved the funds through Celeste’s consulting company. Two weeks ago, she contacted a divorce attorney. Nine days ago, she scheduled a meeting with me. She never made it.”
Daniel’s mother, who had sat dry-eyed in the front row, snapped, “How dare you accuse my son at his wife’s funeral?” Newparent guide
I looked directly at her. “Your son searched ‘stair fall pregnancy survival rate’ at 2:14 a.m. on the night Maya died.”
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A sob moved through the chapel.
Daniel whispered, “That’s not mine.”
“Your laptop. Your login. Your face on the security camera entering the study five minutes before the search.”
Celeste’s hand loosened from his arm.
Daniel noticed.
That was the first crack.
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“Lena,” Daniel said carefully, “whatever you think you have, it won’t bring Maya back.”
“No,” I said. “But it will keep you from spending her money.”
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