Vanessa’s knees appeared to weaken.
Elaine turned toward her son and whispered, “Daniel…”
He spun around and glared at her.
“This was your plan.”
Elaine’s eyes widened.
“You said she would never check!”
The detectives exchanged a brief glance.
Without saying anything, Elaine had confirmed that the deception had been planned.
I opened another recording on my phone.
Daniel’s voice echoed throughout the room.
“Once the sale clears, move two hundred thousand to Vanessa’s company. Mom gets the rest. Maya will sign anything if she thinks I’m dying.”
Vanessa raised a hand to her mouth.
Daniel stared at me, hatred replacing every trace of affection he had once pretended to feel.
“You set us up.”
“No,” I said. “I gave you opportunities to stop.”
The property sale had been completed, but the proceeds had not been transferred to Daniel—or to me.
