Chapter 4 - The Poisoned Past
The federal agents immediately froze, holding their hands up to try and de-escalate the terrifying situation.
The wind whipped violently around the rooftop, catching Eleanor’s expensive silk dress as she teetered on the brink.
She demanded that the agents release Julian instantly and clear a path to the private helicopter pad.
Amara slowly stepped forward, her face completely devoid of any fear or sympathy.
You are not going to jump, Eleanor, because you are far too cowardly to face death.
Eleanor screamed hysterically, threatening to let go of the glass railing if Amara took one more step.
Amara ignored the threat, crossing her arms and delivering the final, devastating blow.
The embezzlement charges are the least of your problems tonight, you absolute monster.
I spent the last six months working quietly with a private investigator to dig into Arthur's autopsy files.
The federal authorities officially re-opened the homicide investigation into your husband's death this morning.
They completely re-tested the tissue samples you thought were destroyed in the hospital archives.
The results conclusively prove that Arthur did not die of a sudden, tragic heart attack twenty years ago.
You slowly poisoned him with a rare, undetectable cardiac toxin over the course of three months.
Eleanor’s face contorted into a mask of pure, undeniable madness as her darkest secret was exposed to the world.
She realized she was going to spend the rest of her miserable life in a maximum-security federal prison.
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Instead of jumping, Eleanor reached desperately into the deep pocket of her tailored evening jacket.
She pulled out a gleaming silver revolver and pointed the barrel directly at Amara's heart.
