Chapter 6 - The Affidavit of Deceit
By 1:00 AM, the forensic team had packed the safe's contents into evidence bags, leaving the dining room littered with rubber gloves and paper tags.
Agent Davis handed Clara a carbon-copy receipt before bowing his head respectfully.
"We will require your formal deposition at the federal courthouse in New Haven at eight sharp," Davis noted.
"I'll be there," Clara confirmed, placing Lily down on the plush sofa in the living room.
As the officers departed, the heavy oak front door slammed shut, leaving an oppressive silence inside the mansion.
Mark sat at the kitchen island, his hands buried in his dark hair as he stared at the marble floor.
Eleanor was gone, escorted to her private quarters upstairs under the supervision of a hired private nurse.
"Where did you get the private ledgers, Clara?" Mark asked, his voice hollow and broken.
Clara walked over to the island, placing a glass of warm water beside his hand.
"Your father gave them to me three weeks before he died in the hospital," Clara revealed quietly.
Mark snapped his head up, his bloodshot eyes staring at her in complete disbelief.
"My father was comatose for two months!" Mark shouted.
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"Your mother told you he was comatose so you wouldn't visit him alone," Clara dropped the chilling truth. "He was lucid until his final forty-eight hours."
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