Chapter 7
They caught Marcus three days later.
At a casino on the state line.
He’d been there for 48 hours, drinking, gambling, racking up $80,000 in debt.
He tried to pay with a stolen company credit card.
The cashier flagged it.
Security held him until the police arrived.
Detective Carter called me at 10 a.m.
“We got him,” she said. “He’s in custody. He’s drunk. Angry. But he’s talking.”
My heart raced.
“What’s he saying?” I asked.
“Everything,” she said. “He’s folding. Blaming Vivian for all of it. Says she planned the accident. The embezzlement. The threats. Says he was just following orders. We have enough to charge her with conspiracy to commit murder. We just need to find her.”
“Where is she?” I asked.
“Marcus says they split after the motel,” she said. “He doesn’t know where she went. But we’re tracing her phone. Her credit cards. Her sister lives two hours south. We’re heading there now.”
She hung up.
I turned to Dad.
He was standing in the kitchen doorway, holding his coffee mug.
He’d heard every word.
“They got him,” I said.
He set the mug down on the counter.
His hand was shaking.
“Finally,” he whispered.
Elias called an hour later.
“Marcus’s confession is gold,” he said. “He gave us every detail. How Vivian picked the curve for the accident. How she forged the insurance policies. How she drugged Richard to get the transfer signatures. We don’t even need Vivian to get a conviction. But finding her will make it airtight.”
That afternoon, they found Vivian.
At her sister’s house.
Hiding in the attic.
She didn’t fight when the police arrested her.
She didn’t yell.
She didn’t beg.
She just smiled.
Cold.
Calculating.
Detective Carter called again.
“We have both of them,” she said. “They’re being held without bail. Arraignment is Monday. The DA is pushing for no plea deals. She wants them to go to trial. She wants the maximum sentence.”
I hung up.
Dad was sitting at the kitchen table.
I walked over, putting my hand on his shoulder.
“It’s over,” I said. “They’re in jail. They can’t hurt us anymore.”
He looked up at me.
Tears spilled down his cheeks.
“Really?” he asked.
“Really,” I said.
He stood, pulling me into a hug.
A tight, fierce hug.
For a long time, neither of us said anything.
We just held each other.
Six years of pain.
Of fear.
Of loneliness.
It all melted away in that moment.
Maria came in, wiping tears from her eyes.
She joined the hug.
For the first time in a long time, the house felt warm.
Felt like home.
That night, we ate dinner together.
No fear.
No looking over our shoulders.
No listening for footsteps in the dark.
Just the three of us.
Laughing.
Talking.
Planning for the future.
Dad talked about going back to work.
About the new hospital Hale Construction was supposed to build.
Maria talked about her daughter’s upcoming wedding.
I talked about expanding the company, about building affordable housing for families who couldn’t afford it.
For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged.
Like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
The fight wasn’t completely over.
We still had the arraignment.
The trial.
The sentencing.
But the hard part was done.
Vivian and Marcus were behind bars.
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They would never hurt anyone again.
And our family was finally free.
