Chapter 7 - The Master Attorney's Call
Mark scrambled to his feet, groaning in pain, his eyes wild with desperate fury as he prepared to lunge at Evelyn again.
"Touch me or my grandson again, Mark, and you won't live to see your trial," Evelyn warned, her tone so authoritative that Mark froze dead in his tracks.
Without taking her eyes off him, Evelyn tapped the screen of her phone, switching from the recording app to her speed dial. She placed the phone on speakerphone, holding it up so her voice echoed clearly through the vaulted ceiling of the garage.
After two rings, a deep, distinguished male voice answered: "Evelyn? Is everything alright? I saw you called earlier."
It was Judge Richard Montgomery—the senior chief prosecutor for the district and Arthur Vance's closest childhood friend, a man who had spent forty years regretting that he had never solved Arthur's disappearance.
"Richard," Evelyn spoke clearly into the microphone. "I am standing in my daughter's garage at 142 Elm Street. I have found Arthur’s original ledgers, his handwritten final letter, and a full, recorded confession from Mark Vance admitting to the theft of Arthur's offshore trusts and revealing where Marcus hid Arthur's remains."
The line went dead silent for two agonizing seconds before Prosecutor Montgomery replied in a tone of absolute, thunderous fury:
"Stay right where you are, Evelyn. I am dispatching state troopers and the forensics unit immediately. Nobody leaves that garage."
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Mark collapsed back onto his knees, staring at the floor in utter horror as he realized his life was completely over.
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