Part 8
The realization hit us like a physical blow. Marlene hadn't just been trying to quiet a noisy child; she had been systematically executing a cold, calculated plan to eliminate our entire family for financial gain.
While Jack stayed with Eva, I stepped out into the hospital corridor to call Detective Miller. My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped the phone twice. When Miller answered, I quickly recounted every word Eva had just told us.
"A blue piece of paper? Forgery?" Detective Miller’s voice sharpened on the other end of the line. "Mrs. Vance, stay right there. I’m contacting the financial crimes unit and dispatching a team back to your house to look for financial documents. If she was forging Jack’s signature on a life insurance policy or a property transfer, we need to find those documents immediately."
"Detective, wait," I said, a dark thought surfacing from the depths of my memory. "Eva said Marlene boasted about making her late husband 'sleep when he got too loud.' Jack's father died a year ago. His death was ruled as natural causes due to heart failure. But Marlene was his sole caretaker, and she had access to a massive amount of Digoxin."
A heavy silence fell over the line.
"We are going to order an immediate review of Arthur Vance's medical and autopsy records," Detective Miller said, her tone professional and chillingly intense. "If she used the same method to kill her husband for his estate, we’re no longer looking at an attempted murder case, Mrs. Vance. We’re looking at a serial killer."
An hour later, Detective Miller arrived at the hospital in person, accompanied by a man in a dark suit holding a thick manila folder. They asked Jack and me to step into a private family consultation room down the hall from Eva’s room.
The man in the suit introduced himself as Agent Harris from the state forensic accounting bureau. He opened the folder, revealing copies of documents that had been recovered from a hidden compartment within Marlene’s antique vanity.
"Your daughter’s memory is impeccable, Mr. Vance," Agent Harris said, sliding a document across the table. "We found this inside a false bottom in the vanity drawer. It’s a newly executed change-of-beneficiary form for your corporate life insurance policy."
Jack looked down at the document. His signature was penned at the bottom in neat, dark blue ink. It looked exactly like his handwriting—except Jack had never seen this document in his life.
"She forged it," Jack whispered, his voice trembling with rage. "She changed the primary beneficiary from Elena and Eva... to herself. It’s worth half a million dollars."
"And that’s not all," Agent Harris continued. "We also found a heavily heavily structured power of attorney form that would give Marlene full control over your family home and bank accounts in the event of your medical incapacitation or death. If Eva hadn't caught her practicing, and if you had consumed what she was planning to give you next, Marlene would have walked away with everything you own."
"And what about my father?" Jack asked, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the table. "Did she... did she kill him too?"
Detective Miller stepped forward, her expression grave. "We just received the preliminary review from the state medical examiner. Your father’s death certificate listed congestive heart failure, but because he was under home hospice care managed entirely by Marlene, no autopsy was performed at the time. However, his blood samples from his final hospital visit two weeks before his death were preserved in the medical archive."
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She paused, looking directly into Jack’s broken eyes.
"We ran a retrospective panel on those archives an hour ago. Your father’s blood contained the exact same lethal toxicity pattern of Digoxin as your daughter's. Marlene murdered your father for his inheritance, Mr. Vance. And she was using the exact same playbook to destroy your family."
