Part 16
I stared at the small hard drive resting in the palm of my hand, the cold metal feeling like a lead weight.
The room seemed to spin around me as Jenna’s words echoed in my mind.
My mother hadn't just been a victim of a tragic accident; she had been systematically executed so Patricia could take her place and claim the Anderson fortune.
“Myra? Are you okay?” Jenna asked, her voice filled with deep concern as she reached across the desk to touch my arm.
I closed my eyes for a brief moment, forcing the overwhelming grief down, replacing it with a hard, unyielding armor of absolute resolve.
When I opened my eyes, the tears were gone, replaced by a cold fire.
“I’m fine,” I said, my voice steady. “Theodore!” I called out into the intercom.
Within seconds, Mr. Whitman entered the office, his expression grave.
“Yes, Myra?”
I handed him the encrypted hard drive.
“Jenna managed to get a copy of Julian’s personal database. There is a folder inside named 'Project Horizon'. It contains the complete surveillance and tracking logs of my mother’s car leading up to her fatal crash.”
Mr. Whitman’s face turned grim, his hands tightening around the small device.
“This is the definitive proof the district attorney needs to elevate the charges to first-degree premeditated murder,” he said, his voice laced with absolute seriousness. “I will deliver this directly to the head of the homicide division myself. They won't just be facing financial ruin; they are looking at life without the possibility of parole.”
“Go,” I told him. “Make sure they can’t use their wealth to pull any strings or post bail. I want them locked away permanently.”
As Mr. Whitman rushed out of the office, I turned back to Jenna.
“There’s one more thing we need to do,” I said, standing up from the desk. “We need to go back to the estate. If Julian’s files are this detailed, there might still be physical evidence hidden in the house that his mother kept as a form of insurance against him.”
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“What do you mean?” Jenna asked, rising from her chair.
“Patricia never trusted anyone, not even her own son,” I explained, walking toward the door. “She always kept blackmail material on everyone around her to ensure her security. If she helped Julian cover it up, she would have kept something tangible to protect herself from him.”
