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\u201cFirst, the medical fraud. By forging or misrepresenting his post-vasectomy status to force you into an unfair divorce settlement, he has committed civil fraud. We will sue for full custody, an unequal division of all marital assets\u2014meaning you get the house, the savings, and a massive portion of his retirement\u2014and punitive damages for emotional distress.\u201d<\/p>\n
She then tapped the spreadsheet.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut this\u2026 this is the crown jewel. If he is siphoning company funds and actively plotting to frame his pregnant wife to cover his tracks, this is no longer just a family law matter. This is federal wire fraud and embezzlement. If we hand this to the company\u2019s internal audit board *before* he can destroy the evidence, he won\u2019t just lose the divorce. He will go to prison.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, but it wasn\u2019t fear. It was pure, unadulterated vindication.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long will it take?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me forty-eight hours to draft the injunctions and notify the corporate compliance officer discreetly,\u201d Victoria said, her eyes gleaming. \u201cThen, we strike.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Forty-eight hours later, my phone rang. It was Diego.<\/p>\n
I let it ring four times before answering, keeping my voice perfectly flat. \u201cHello.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLaura,\u201d he said. His tone was dripping with that familiar, condescending impatience. \u201cI\u2019m done playing games. I\u2019m coming to the house tonight at seven. You will have the divorce papers signed, or I will have my lawyers file an emergency motion to freeze all joint accounts tomorrow morning. You will be left with nothing. Do you understand?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the clock. It was 6:45 PM.<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand,\u201d I said softly. \u201cI\u2019ll be here.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hung up. My hands were perfectly steady.<\/p>\n
At 6:55 PM, the doorbell rang.<\/p>\n
I opened the door. Diego stood on the porch, looking impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, a smug, triumphant smirk plastered across his face. Paula stood slightly behind him, though she wouldn\u2019t meet my eyes. She looked pale, her hands twisting the strap of her designer handbag nervously.<\/p>\n
\u201cSmart choice, Laura,\u201d Diego said, stepping past me into the foyer without an invitation. \u201cI knew you\u2019d see reason eventually. It\u2019s better to walk away with your dignity intact than to fight a battle you can\u2019t win.\u201d<\/p>\n
He tossed a manila folder onto the hallway table. \u201cSign at the bottom of each page. We\u2019ll file it tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t move toward the folder. I simply crossed my arms and looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right, Diego,\u201d I said, my voice echoing calmly through the large, empty hallway. \u201cIt is better to walk away with dignity. That\u2019s why I didn\u2019t sign your papers.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diego\u2019s smirk vanished. His jaw clenched. \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m talking about the fact that I know about the vasectomy follow-up,\u201d I said, taking a slow step toward him. \u201cI know you signed the document acknowledging you were still fertile. I know you weaponized that lie to frame me, steal my peace, and try to steal my home.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diego\u2019s face flushed a deep, ugly red. \u201cYou\u2019re delusional. You have no proof. The doctor is probably on your payroll.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I\u2019m also talking about the four million dollars you\u2019ve siphoned from your company\u2019s accounts over the last eighteen months,\u201d I continued, my voice dropping to a deadly whisper. \u201cThe shell corporations in the Cayman Islands. The \u2018Contingency Plan\u2019 to blame me for the missing funds if the auditors ever looked too closely.\u201d<\/p>\n
The color drained from Diego\u2019s face so fast he looked like a corpse. He staggered back a step, his eyes wide with pure, unfiltered panic. He whipped his head around to glare at Paula.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou,\u201d he hissed, his voice trembling with rage. \u201cYou told her? You stupid, stupid bitch!\u201d<\/p>\n
Paula shrank back, tears welling in her eyes. \u201cI didn\u2019t! I swear, Diego, I didn\u2019t say a word! She must have hacked your computer!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSave it,\u201d I interrupted coldly.<\/p>\n
Before Diego could take another step toward her, the front door opened again.<\/p>\n
Victoria Sterling walked in, flanked by two men in sharp, dark suits carrying briefcases, and a uniformed police officer.<\/p>\n
Diego froze. \u201cWho the hell are you? You can\u2019t just barge into my house!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cActually, Mr. Morales, this is *her* house,\u201d Victoria said smoothly, stepping into the foyer. \u201cAnd as of this morning, a judge has granted my client an emergency injunction freezing all your personal and joint assets. Furthermore, these two gentlemen are from the corporate compliance and forensic accounting division of your firm. They are here to secure your home office and seize any digital devices that might contain evidence of your embezzlement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diego\u2019s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. He looked at the auditors, then at the police officer, and finally at me. The arrogant, untouchable man who had left me crying on the bathroom floor was gone. In his place was a cornered, desperate rat.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is a mistake,\u201d Diego stammered, sweat beading on his forehead. \u201cLaura is lying! She\u2019s trying to extort me because she cheated!\u201d<\/p>\n
The lead auditor, a tall man with a stern expression, stepped forward. He held up a printed copy of the spreadsheet Paula had given me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Morales, we\u2019ve already cross-referenced these routing numbers with the company\u2019s internal ledgers,\u201d the auditor said, his voice devoid of any sympathy. \u201cThe discrepancies are undeniable. We also have a sworn affidavit from your medical provider regarding the falsified timeline of your procedure, which establishes a clear pattern of fraudulent intent.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diego\u2019s knees actually buckled. He reached out, grabbing the edge of the hallway table to keep from falling.<\/p>\n
\u201cPaula,\u201d he choked out, turning to his mistress with pleading, desperate eyes. \u201cTell them. Tell them she\u2019s lying. Tell them we were going to fix this together!\u201d<\/p>\n
Paula looked at him. For a long, agonizing moment, the room was completely silent.<\/p>\n
Then, she took a slow step away from him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know about the embezzlement, Diego,\u201d she whispered, her voice shaking, but her eyes hardening. \u201cYou told me the money was from a legitimate bonus. You told me Laura was the one destroying the family. I won\u2019t go to prison for your lies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPaula, no!\u201d Diego lunged toward her, but the police officer stepped smoothly into his path, placing a firm hand on his chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Morales, you need to calm down,\u201d the officer warned.<\/p>\n
Diego looked at me, his eyes bloodshot, his chest heaving. The hatred in his gaze was palpable, but it was completely powerless now.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think you\u2019ve won?\u201d he spat, his voice cracking. \u201cYou think you can just take everything? I will fight this. I will drag you through hell, Laura. I will make sure you never see a dime!\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him, feeling nothing but a profound, quiet peace. I placed a protective hand over my belly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou already tried to drag me through hell, Diego,\u201d I said softly. \u201cBut you forgot one thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d he sneered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m the one who knows where all the bodies are buried.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned to Victoria. \u201cLet\u2019s let the professionals handle this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victoria nodded to the auditor. \u201cGentlemen, the home office is upstairs. Please secure all laptops and hard drives.\u201d<\/p>\n
As the men walked past him, Diego let out a strangled, furious roar and tried to push past the officer to stop them.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Morales,\u201d the officer said, his voice dropping an octave, losing all trace of politeness. \u201cInterfering with a corporate fraud investigation is a felony. I suggest you take a seat on that couch and wait quietly, or I will place you in handcuffs right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diego froze. Slowly, defeated, he sank onto the living room sofa, his head in his hands.<\/p>\n
I walked over to the hallway table, picked up the unsigned divorce papers he had brought, and dropped them directly into the nearby trash can.<\/p>\n
Then, I turned my back on him and walked upstairs, leaving him to face the ruins of the empire he had built on lies.<\/p>\n
But as I reached the top of the stairs, my phone buzzed in my pocket.<\/p>\n
It was a text message. From an unknown number.<\/p>\n
I opened it. It was a single, blurred photograph.<\/p>\n
It was a picture of a hospital wristband.<\/p>\n
My breath caught in my throat. I zoomed in on the image. The name on the wristband wasn\u2019t Diego\u2019s. It wasn\u2019t Paula\u2019s.<\/p>\n
It was the name of Diego\u2019s business partner. The man who was supposedly launching the embezzlement investigation.<\/p>\n
And the admission diagnosis next to the name read: *\u201cAcute poisoning. Suspicious circumstances.\u201d*<\/p>\n
Beneath the photo was a text message:<\/p>\n
*\u201cYou think Diego is the only monster? You just took down his scapegoat. Now the real predator knows you have the files. Run.\u201d<\/p>\n
Part 6<\/span><\/p>\nThe glow of my phone screen illuminated the dark hallway, casting long, sinister shadows against the walls.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cYou think Diego is the only monster? You just took down his scapegoat. Now the real predator knows you have the files. Run.\u201d<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
I stared at the blurred photo of the hospital wristband.\u00a0<\/span>Arthur Croft.<\/span><\/em>\u00a0Diego\u2019s senior business partner. The man who had supposedly launched the internal investigation.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
My mind raced, connecting the dots with terrifying speed. Diego was greedy, arrogant, and cruel, but he was also sloppy. He was a front man. A puppet. If Arthur Croft was the true architect of the embezzlement, then Diego\u2019s attempt to frame me wasn\u2019t just a marital betrayal; it was a desperate, botched attempt to shift the corporate blame onto his pregnant wife before the auditors arrived.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
And if Arthur realized Diego was going to crack under pressure\u2026 Arthur would eliminate him. Just like he eliminated the whistleblower.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
A heavy, muffled thud echoed from downstairs.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
I froze.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
Through the floorboards, I heard Diego\u2019s voice, no longer arrogant, but shrill and panicked. \u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about! The police are here! You can\u2019t be in this house!\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
Then, a new voice. Deep, calm, and utterly devoid of humanity.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cThe police are here for a civil audit, Mr. Morales. We are here for the hard drives. And for your wife.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
My blood turned to ice. Arthur\u2019s private security. They weren\u2019t here to help; they were here to sanitize the scene.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
I didn\u2019t scream. I didn\u2019t hesitate. The frightened woman who used to cry on the bathroom floor was dead. In her place was a mother with a predator\u2019s instinct.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
I sprinted into my bedroom, locked the door, and grabbed the manila folder Victoria had given me, my phone, and the encrypted flash drive containing the backup of the offshore accounts. I shoved them into my diaper bag.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
I heard heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cCheck the master bedroom first,\u201d the deep voice commanded.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
I didn\u2019t go for the front door. I threw open the window leading to the small balcony above the detached garage. The drop was about eight feet onto a thick patch of hydrangeas. It wasn\u2019t graceful, but adrenaline made me fearless. I swung my legs over the ledge, clutched my belly protectively with one hand, and dropped.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
I hit the bushes with a soft crunch, rolled onto the grass, and scrambled to my feet. I sprinted to my car, unlocked it, and slid into the driver\u2019s seat just as the bedroom door upstairs was kicked open with a violent crash.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
I started the engine, threw it into reverse, and tore out of the driveway, my tires screeching into the night. In my rearview mirror, I saw two men in dark suits step onto the balcony, scanning the yard. They were too late.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Twenty minutes later, I burst through the heavy glass doors of Victoria Sterling\u2019s law firm. The building was mostly empty, the late-night security guard nodding to me as I practically ran to the private elevator.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
Victoria was waiting for me in her office, the lights dimmed. She had a secure, encrypted laptop open, and her expression was grim.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cYou made good time,\u201d she said, closing the laptop as I locked the door behind me. \u201cI got a call from the police liaison. Two unmarked vehicles arrived at your house ten minutes after the auditors. They claimed to be private investigators hired by Arthur Croft\u2019s family, but they bypassed the police line and went straight for your home office.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cThey were looking for the files,\u201d I said, my hands finally beginning to shake as the adrenaline crashed. I placed the flash drive on her desk. \u201cI have the backup.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
Victoria let out a slow breath, a flicker of profound respect in her eyes. \u201cYou are a remarkable woman, Laura. Most people would have frozen.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cI have too much to lose,\u201d I said, sitting down and resting a hand on my stomach. \u201cVictoria, who is Arthur Croft really?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
Victoria pulled up a series of documents on her screen. \u201cArthur Croft is a ghost in the corporate world. He\u2019s been laundering money through shell companies for three years. Diego was just the idiot whose signature was on the fake invoices. When the board started sniffing around, Arthur needed a scapegoat. He\u00a0<\/span>let<\/span><\/em>\u00a0Diego try to frame you. It was a win-win for Arthur: Diego takes the fall for the embezzlement, and you take the fall for the domestic fraud.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cBut the text said Arthur was poisoned,\u201d I argued.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cArthur wasn\u2019t poisoned,\u201d Victoria corrected, her voice dropping to a whisper. \u201cHis\u00a0<\/span>whistleblower<\/span><\/em>\u00a0was. A junior accountant named David Lin. He was the one who was going to hand us the unredacted ledgers tomorrow morning. He was admitted to St. Jude\u2019s Hospital tonight with acute heavy-metal poisoning. He\u2019s in a coma.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
I felt the room spin. \u201cThey poisoned an innocent man just to protect the money?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cThey will poison anyone who threatens the money,\u201d Victoria said, leaning forward. \u201cIncluding you. Including Paula. Arthur\u2019s cleaners are sweeping the city right now. We need to get you to a safe house, and we need to get Paula into protective custody before they find her.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
I nodded, pulling out my phone to call Paula. But before I could dial, my phone rang.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
The caller ID flashed:\u00a0<\/span>Dr. Salinas.<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
My heart leaped into my throat. I answered immediately, putting it on speaker. \u201cDoctor? Is everything okay?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cLaura, listen to me very carefully,\u201d Dr. Salinas said. Her voice was tight, urgent, stripped of its usual calm professionalism. \u201cDo not go home. Do not go to the police station. Go to a secure location.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cI\u2019m at my lawyer\u2019s office,\u201d I said, glancing at Victoria, who immediately began typing on her laptop, tracing the call. \u201cDoctor, what\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cI ran a secondary, specialized toxicology screen on the amniotic fluid sample I took during your ultrasound today,\u201d Dr. Salinas said, the words tumbling out rapidly. \u201cThe \u2018anomaly\u2019 I saw on the screen wasn\u2019t just a dating discrepancy, Laura. The fluid showed trace amounts of a rare, synthetic heavy-metal compound.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
I stopped breathing. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a tasteless, odorless toxin that accumulates slowly,\u201d the doctor explained, her voice trembling slightly. \u201cIt causes fatigue, nausea, and in high doses, it can mimic the symptoms of severe morning sickness or even trigger early miscarriage. Laura, it\u2019s the exact same compound they just identified in David Lin\u2019s system at St. Jude\u2019s.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
The phone slipped from my sweaty palm, clattering onto the desk.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
Victoria\u2019s eyes widened in horror. \u201cSomeone has been poisoning you.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cBut\u2026 but how?\u201d I stammered, my mind reeling. \u201cDiego moved out weeks ago. I only drink sealed bottled water now. I don\u2019t eat anything he\u2019s touched.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cThink, Laura,\u201d Dr. Salinas urged gently but firmly. \u201cWho had unrestricted access to your home, your kitchen, and your routines\u00a0<\/span>before<\/span><\/em>\u00a0he left? Who knew exactly how you took your tea, where you kept your vitamins, and when you were most vulnerable?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
The memory hit me like a physical blow.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
Two weeks ago.<\/span><\/em>\u00a0The mother-in-law standing by the fireplace.<\/span><\/em>\u00a0\u201cI\u2019m just here to collect the things that belong to my son.\u201d<\/span><\/em>\u00a0The two large, black trash bags.<\/span><\/em><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
She hadn\u2019t just come for clothes. She had come to plant something.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cBeatriz,\u201d I whispered, the name tasting like ash in my mouth. \u201cDiego\u2019s mother.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cShe came to the house the day after Diego left,\u201d I said, my voice rising in panicked realization. \u201cShe made me a cup of chamomile tea. She said it would \u2018calm my nerves.\u2019 She insisted on organizing my vitamin drawer. She had access to everything.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
Victoria slammed her hand on the desk. \u201cMy God. Diego was the arrogant fool, but Beatriz was the weapon. Arthur Croft must have paid her. Or threatened her. She was the Trojan Horse in your own home.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
A cold, terrifying fury washed over me, so intense it burned away the last remnants of my fear.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
They hadn\u2019t just tried to steal my husband. They hadn\u2019t just tried to steal my home.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
They had tried to poison my child.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cDoctor,\u201d I said, my voice dropping to a deadly, absolute calm. \u201cCan you prove the toxin is in my system?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cI have the lab results right here, sealed and timestamped,\u201d Dr. Salinas confirmed. \u201cIt\u2019s irrefutable.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cGood,\u201d I said. I looked at Victoria. \u201cDon\u2019t send me to a safe house. Send me to St. Jude\u2019s Hospital.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
Victoria stared at me. \u201cLaura, it\u2019s a trap. Arthur\u2019s men could be there.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cLet them come,\u201d I said, a dark, fierce smile touching my lips. \u201cBecause if Beatriz was working for Arthur Croft, then Diego\u2019s mother is an accessory to attempted murder. And I\u2019m going to walk into that hospital, sit by David Lin\u2019s bed, and make sure that when Arthur Croft\u2019s empire burns to the ground, his precious mother-in-law burns right alongside him.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
I hung up the phone, grabbed my coat, and looked at my lawyer.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cCall the police, Victoria. Tell them we have evidence of a coordinated, premeditated attempt on my life. And tell them to bring handcuffs.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Part 7<\/span><\/p>\nThe sterile, fluorescent lights of St. Jude\u2019s Hospital hallway felt like an interrogation room. The steady, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor from Room 412 was the only sound in the corridor. Inside that room lay David Lin, the whistleblower, fighting for his life in a chemically induced coma.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
I stood outside his door, my hand resting protectively over my stomach. Beside me stood Victoria Sterling, her posture rigid, and Detective Miller, a seasoned fraud and homicide investigator who had been briefed on the entire, horrifying scope of the case.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
We weren\u2019t here just to visit David. We were here to spring a trap.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
At exactly 8:00 PM, the elevator doors at the end of the hall dinged open.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
Out stepped Beatriz.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
She was dressed in an immaculate charcoal pantsuit, her silver hair perfectly coiffed. She carried a large leather handbag and walked with the entitled, brisk stride of a woman who believed the world existed to serve her. She didn\u2019t look like a monster. She looked like a respected matriarch.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
She approached the nurse\u2019s station, flashing a practiced, warm smile. \u201cExcuse me, dear. I\u2019m here to see Mr. Lin. I\u2019m a representative of the Morales family trust. I believe he has some personal effects of my son\u2019s that I need to retrieve.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
The nurse, who had been thoroughly briefed by Detective Miller an hour ago, nodded politely. \u201cOf course, Mrs. Morales. Let me just get the keycard.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cActually,\u201d I said, my voice cutting through the quiet hallway like a shard of glass, \u201che doesn\u2019t have anything of Diego\u2019s, Beatriz. But I have something of yours.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
Beatriz froze. She turned slowly, her eyes narrowing as they landed on me. The warm, maternal facade vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, reptilian glare.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cLaura,\u201d she said, her voice dripping with disdain. \u201cI should have known you\u2019d be lurking around here. Still playing the victim, I see. It\u2019s pathetic.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not playing anything,\u201d I said, taking a slow step forward. Victoria and Detective Miller flanked me, forming an impenetrable wall. \u201cWe know about the chamomile tea, Beatriz. We know about the vitamins. And we know about the synthetic heavy-metal compound you slipped into my system two weeks ago.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
For a fraction of a second, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes. But she was a master manipulator. She quickly masked it with a scoff.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re delusional. I gave you tea because you looked like a hysterical mess. If you\u2019re sick, it\u2019s your own weak constitution.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cIs it?\u201d Victoria interjected smoothly, stepping forward and holding up a sealed, official document. \u201cBecause this is a court-admissible toxicology report from Dr. Salinas, timestamped and verified by the state medical board. It matches the exact compound found in David Lin\u2019s bloodstream. The compound that put him in this coma.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n