Chapter 7: The Investigation
By that afternoon, things were already moving.
Detective Reyes called me while I was still at Margaret’s office. She told me that the fire department had officially classified the warehouse fire as arson. They had found multiple points of ignition and traces of gasoline at the scene. More importantly, they had found partial fingerprints on one of the gasoline containers recovered from Evan’s SUV.
“Some of them match your husband,” Reyes said. “We’re still waiting on the rest.”
I felt a strange sense of calm hearing that.
“What about the briefcase?” I asked.
“We’re still processing it,” she replied. “But from what we’ve seen so far, it contains financial documents, contracts, and what looks like altered records. We’ve already sent copies to the forensic accounting team.”
After the call, Margaret turned to me.
“This is moving faster than I expected,” she said. “That’s good for us. The more evidence they gather independently, the stronger our case becomes.”
I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere.
I kept thinking about Evan’s face when he realized I wasn’t going to protect him. There had been fear in his eyes, but also something else — calculation. He was already trying to figure out how to get out of this.
I knew him well enough to understand that he wouldn’t go down without a fight.
That evening, I received a message from an unknown number.
Unknown: You’re making a mistake. This will destroy everything.
I stared at the message for a long time before forwarding it to both Margaret and Detective Reyes.
Then I blocked the number.
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I wasn’t interested in threats anymore.
I was only interested in the truth.
