Chapter 7 - The Laboratory Analysis Confirms A Lethal Paralytic Toxin
Two days later, Agent Miller sat across from Christopher in the private executive study of the grand suburban estate.
“The forensic lab tests on the residue from the teacup are back, Mr. Vance,” Miller announced, placing a sealed envelope on the desk.
Christopher opened the heavy document, scanning the chemical breakdown provided by the federal toxicology unit.
“It’s a rare synthetic paralytic... undetectable in standard autopsies and designed to mimic a massive cardiac arrest,” Christopher read aloud.
“If Clara hadn't knocked that cup from your hand, you would have been dead within three minutes of taking a sip,” Miller confirmed grimly.
Christopher clenched his jaw, realizing that his wife hadn't just wanted a divorce; she had wanted him permanently eliminated.
“What else did the diary reveal about her accomplices outside our immediate social circle?” Christopher asked, leaning forward.
“She was working hand-in-hand with your chief financial officer, Marcus Sterling, to drain your personal liquidity,” Miller reported.
Christopher stood up abruptly, the fury burning in his chest transforming into a cold, calculated drive for absolute justice.
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“Marcus is scheduled to meet me in the boardroom in an hour... let’s see how well he handles federal questioning,” Christopher said.
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