Chapter 15 - Finding The Bloodstained Baseball Bat
Beneath the living room sofa, half-hidden behind a decorative woven basket, lay the smoking gun of the entire criminal conspiracy.
It was a standard aluminum baseball bat, its grip smeared with dark crimson stains and coarse white human hair fibers.
“Bag and tag that immediately for DNA analysis,” I instructed the technician, handing over my sterile evidence collection gloves.
This single piece of physical evidence completely dismantled any remaining defense Vanessa hoped to present in federal court.
My phone rang again, interrupting my thoughts as the hospital charge nurse called from the capital medical center.
“Agent Sterling, your father just woke up and is asking to speak with you about an important visitor currently in the lobby,” she said.
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“A visitor? Who is visiting him at this hour?” I asked, my protective instincts flaring up with sudden suspicion.
“He says it’s an old family friend named Arthur Vance who claims to know everything about the estate trust,” she replied.
