Chapter 12: The Hidden Accomplice
Chapter 12: The Hidden Accomplice
The arrest of Margaret for her bail violation gave us access to her secondary phone, which she had desperately tried
to smash before the officers subdued her. Our digital forensics unit managed to extract the encrypted messaging
logs, and what we found went deeper than a simple family plot.
Margaret hadn't just guessed that I wouldn't have an EpiPen that night. She had been monitoring my medical
profile. And the person supplying her with that information was someone I trusted implicitly: Dr. Lawrence Vance,
Daniel’s cousin and my personal primary care physician.
I sat in the medical board's conference room as federal agents and police officers surrounded Dr. Vance during
his morning rounds. He looked up from his clipboard, his face turning an ashen white as I walked in behind the
lead detective.
"Elena... what is the meaning of this?" he stammered, trying to maintain his professional demeanor.
"The meaning is twenty years for medical malpractice, conspiracy, and violation of federal privacy laws,
Lawrence," I said, tossing the data logs onto his desk. "We found the messages. Margaret paid off your medical
school debt in exchange for a very specific service: you intentionally delayed my EpiPen refills, and you provided
her with my exact allergen threshold records from my recent blood panel."
"I... I didn't know she was going to kill you!" Lawrence panicked, his knees giving out as he collapsed into his
office chair. "She told me she just wanted to use the information to scare you into signing a postnuptial agreement!
She said she wanted to show Daniel that you were fragile and unfit to manage the family assets!"
"You gave a murderer the exact blueprint to close my airway, Lawrence," I said, my voice cold and
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unyielding. "You used your medical license as a weapon. Hand over your badge and your coat. You're going to the
same facility your aunt is currently screaming in."
