Chapter 7 - The Mastermind Behind The Curtain
Heather let out a sharp, breathless gasp, her hands flying to her mouth as she sank onto the arm of her sofa.
“Arrested? For what? What did he do?” Heather cried out, her eyes wide with frantic panic.
“His mother put a rattlesnake in my bed to collect twenty-five million dollars,” Nora explained, her tone dry as desert sand.
“And your name was listed on the suicide notes Kristina drafted to make it look like Edgar was grieving.”
Heather jumped up, her face twisting in genuine horror.
“No! No, I didn’t know anything about a snake! I swear to God, Nora!” Heather screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Kristina told me you were dying of terminal cancer! She said you had six months to live and wanted Edgar to move on!”
Nora stood completely still, processing the terrifying scope of Kristina Finch’s web of lies.
Kristina hadn’t just tricked Nora; she had manipulated Heather for four years, feeding her a twisted story about a dying, barren wife.
“Kristina told you I had cancer?” Nora asked, her voice dangerously quiet.
“Yes!” Heather sobbed, pulling her little boy close against her side.
“She brought me legal papers showing that Edgar would inherit everything once you passed away from your illness!”
“She told me you didn’t want to see me because it was too painful for you!”
Nora opened her handbag, pulling out a voice recorder that had been running since she stepped through the door.
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“If you want to stay out of a state penitentiary for conspiracy, Heather,” Nora commanded, setting the recorder on the table, “you are going to give me every document, text message, and wire transfer Kristina Finch ever sent you.”
“Starting right now.”
