Then he said, “In honoring Rosalind, I intend to continue the vision we shared.”
Samuel paused the video.
“Listen.”
Garrett continued.
“We will move forward with the restructuring she supported.”
Agent Brooks smiled slightly.
“He just tied himself to a false statement.”
The camera showed Penelope.
She looked nervous.
Victor did not.
Then employees began leaving.
Garrett moved into the executive offices.
He met privately with the company attorney.
He presented a document.
My signature appeared on it.
I stared.
“I never signed that.”
“We know,” Agent Brooks said.
It was a restructuring authorization.
Dated two days before the crash.
My signature looked convincing.
But it was forged.
That changed everything.
Attempted murder.
Fraud.
Forgery.
Financial conspiracy.
Potential poisoning.
The case widened.
Then Penelope made a mistake.
She called someone from the parking garage.
A recorded call captured her voice.
“I’m tired of waiting.”
A male voice answered.
“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.
