He forgot who raised him. He forgot that before I became a wife and a mother, I spent fifteen years working as a financial auditor for the federal prosecutor’s office.
I tapped my screen, downloaded the crystal-clear audio file, and forwarded it directly to two contacts: the Federal Police department and the lead investigator of the homicide division. Along with the audio, I attached a digital backup of Eduardo’s genuine testament, which I had secretly scanned into my personal drive months ago.
The taxi dropped me off at a quiet, modest hotel on the edge of the city. I paid the driver, walked up to my room, and sat on the edge of the bed, watching the clock.
Exactly forty-five minutes later, my phone lit up with a breaking news alert from a local media outlet.
“Prominent Real Estate Heir and Prominent Attorney Arrested at Family Estate on Charges of Forgery, Fraud, and Suspected Homicide.”
I looked out the window as the sun began to set over the city. Diego had the keys, he had the house, and he had the fake will. But as the iron doors of a prison cell clanged shut behind him, he would finally realize that the only thing he truly inherited was the consequence of his own greed.
The Silent Witness
