Chapter 3: Evidence
The police arrived while I was still overseeing Evan’s treatment.
Two detectives entered the trauma bay after speaking with the paramedics. Detective Reyes, a sharp woman in her forties, approached me while I reviewed Evan’s chest X-ray.
“Dr. Bennett,” she said quietly. “We need to speak with you privately.”
I stepped outside the trauma bay with her.
She didn’t waste time.
“The fire department believes the warehouse was deliberately set,” she said. “Multiple ignition points and traces of accelerant were found. Your husband’s vehicle was discovered nearby with gasoline containers in the trunk. We also believe the briefcase your sister-in-law was holding may contain important documents.”
I kept my expression neutral.
“What do you need from me?” I asked.
“Everything,” she replied. “Any documentation you have regarding the company’s finances, any threats you’ve received, any unusual behavior from your husband or his sister. We’re treating this as suspected arson and attempted insurance fraud.”
I looked at her for a moment.
Then I said, “I have more than documentation.”
I pulled out my phone and showed her several files I had saved. Voice recordings of Evan pressuring me to sign over company control. Photos of bruises. Text messages. And most importantly, the financial reports from the forensic accountant.
Detective Reyes watched everything without speaking. When she finished, she looked at me with quiet respect.
“Dr. Bennett,” she said, “would you be willing to come to the station after your shift to give a formal statement?”
“I will,” I answered. “But I want something in return.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“I want every piece of evidence from that briefcase preserved and reviewed,” I said. “And I want to be notified before anyone from my husband’s family is allowed access to it.”
Detective Reyes studied me for a few seconds, then nodded.
“Done.”
As she walked away, I glanced back into the trauma bay.
Evan was watching me through the glass partition. His expression was no longer fearful.
It was calculating.
He still thought he could talk his way out of this.
He still didn’t understand that the woman he had spent months trying to control had been several steps ahead of him the entire time.
I turned away and walked back toward the nurses’ station, already thinking about what needed to be done next.
Tonight wasn’t about revenge.
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It was about finally stopping the people who had tried to destroy everything my father built.
And I intended to see it through.
