I stared.
WHEN?
“Four months before your symptoms became severe.”
I felt cold.
The policy was worth several million dollars.
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The beneficiary was David.
I typed.
I DIDN’T APPROVE THIS.
Samuel nodded.
“Your signature appears on the application, but we’re questioning its authenticity.”
I closed my eyes.
The pieces were beginning to connect.
The false medical authorization.
The forged insurance documents.
The suspicious treatment recommendations.
The secret recordings.
David had not simply been waiting for my death.
He had been preparing for it.
***
At 9:30 p.m., Samuel received a call.
He stepped into the corridor.
I watched his expression change through the narrow opening of the door.
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He returned several minutes later.
“We have a problem.”
I focused on the screen.
WHAT?
“Someone accessed the encrypted archive.”
My heart accelerated.
“One of the security credentials was used from inside this house.”
I typed.
DAVID?
“We don’t know yet.”
