Harold continued.
“Daniel knew he was ill. He knew he did not have time for a long legal fight. He protected you.”
The anger inside me twisted into something else.
Daniel had not abandoned the investigation.
He had traded his chance at justice to protect our home.
“But Victor didn’t keep the agreement,” Clara said.
“I kept it while Daniel lived,” Victor replied.
“And after?”
“After Daniel d/i/ed, the agreement d/i/ed with him.”
The coldness of his answer silenced everyone.
Even Harold looked disgusted.
I stepped toward Victor.
“You came to me while I was grieving.”
“Yes.”
“You pretended to help me.”
“Yes.”
“You stole from me.”
“Yes.”
“You recruited my son.”
Victor tilted his head.
“Your son did not require much recruiting.”
My throat tightened, but I refused to look away.
“And you instructed him to make my refusal look like an accident.”
Judge Reeves swore.
