Chapter 3: The Shadowed Witness
"How did you see this, Leo?" Marcus whispered, moving the boy behind the heavy frame of the car, shielding him from Evelyn’s line of sight.
"I was hungry," Leo sobbed, clutching his stomach. "I came to the kitchen garden to find berries. I saw her. She came out in the middle of the night. She looked like a ghost. She had the wire cutters, and she laughed—a quiet, mean laugh. I was scared to say anything because she told my dad he was fired for stealing, but he didn't steal! She just wanted us gone!"
Marcus’s jaw set. The Blackwood estate was a den of vipers, and he had been a blind fool for thinking the "family business" was just about stocks and bonds. Evelyn stood to inherit the entirety of the estate if her husband—who was currently sleeping in the upstairs suite—suffered a "tragic accident" on his way to the morning meeting.
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Marcus pulled his phone from his pocket. He didn't call the police immediately. He knew the local department was in Evelyn’s pocket. He called his brother, a former investigative journalist in the city.
"I need you to listen," Marcus said, his voice hard. "And I need you to record this."
