Chapter 8 - The Interrogation Room Confession Drops
At 7:00 a.m., two senior homicide detectives from the Metropolitan Police Department arrived at the hospital to take my formal statement as a clinical toxicologist.
Detective Miller, a seasoned investigator with twenty years on the force, sat across from me in a private administrative office down the hall.
“Dr. Vance, your rapid toxicological assessment saved your husband’s life and secured crucial physical evidence,” Detective Miller noted, reviewing his notes.
“We searched Ms. Davis’s apartment two hours ago under an emergency warrant obtained through your report.”
“We found a concealed glass vial inside her bathroom vanity containing traces of purified Digoxin powder.”
“Furthermore, her cell phone records show over fifty encrypted text messages sent to a high-level executive at Jason’s firm over the last forty-eight hours.”
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I leaned forward on the table, setting my hands together as my analytical mind processed the broader implications of their search.
“Which executive, Detective?” I asked calmly. “Because Emily shouted in the hallway that Jason was about to expose fraudulent offshore trial data.”
