Chapter 9 - The Burner Phone
The high-definition security footage was completely undeniable.
The police officers immediately marched into the guest wing and placed Uncle Arthur in heavy steel handcuffs.
Arthur didn't fight them, keeping his head completely bowed as they read him his legal rights.
My brothers cheered loudly, celebrating the arrest and demanding that the police seize my entire estate.
They claimed that I must have hired Arthur to do the dirty work since he was staying in my home.
The detective looked at me with deep suspicion, preparing to read me my rights as an accomplice.
I stared at Arthur, refusing to believe that the only man who ever supported me would commit cold-blooded murder.
I remembered the desperate, exhausted look in Arthur's eyes when he arrived at my gate.
I walked straight up to Arthur, ignoring the sharp warnings from the armed police officers.
I reached directly into the inner pocket of Arthur's rumpled suit jacket.
The officers grabbed my arms, but not before I pulled a cheap, plastic burner phone from his coat.
I unlocked the screen, noticing that the phone only contained one single text message thread.
I handed the glowing phone directly to the lead homicide detective.
The detective read the messages out loud for the entire quiet room to hear.
The texts explicitly promised to pay Arthur one million dollars if he poisoned the champagne.
The messages proved that the poison was intended to trigger a massive life insurance payout.
The detective dialed the anonymous phone number that had sent the murderous instructions to Arthur.
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We all stood in absolute silence as a custom ringtone began echoing through the living room.
The ringing sound was coming directly from the expensive jacket pocket of my brother, James.
