Miriam opened the leather file. “No, Grant. You turned his death into a transaction.”
She set copies of the new will on a table. Every guest watched as Detective Ramos asked my brothers to sit.
They refused.
Owen pointed at me. “She manipulated him for years. She lived in his house. She controlled his phone.”
“I installed fall sensors and medication reminders,” I said. “You installed a document scanner beside his bed.”
Grant laughed too loudly. “A dying man signed a will. That isn’t a crime.”
“Coercing him is,” said Ramos. “So is falsifying medical records.”
Celeste covered her mouth. Her shoulders trembled.
Grant turned toward her. “Be careful.”
That threat broke what guilt had already weakened.
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