Chapter 20 - The Cold-Blooded Crime
Back at Grant’s secured safehouse, the data on the flash drive was projected onto a large monitor.
Olivia’s heart rate and blood pressure graphs filled the screen. At precisely 2:15 AM—twenty minutes after Camille had been thrown out by security—Olivia’s heart rate had plunged catastrophically. But the most damning evidence lay in the automated IV pump log: High-dose cardiac depressant administered via intravenous line.
"A cardiac depressant..." Grant squeezed his fists so tightly his fingernails dug into his palms, drawing blood. "Olivia didn't die of complications. She was murdered!"
Ruth stood beside him, tears welling in her eyes. She recalled Olivia’s desperate, protective grip on her newborn baby that fateful night. "She was trying to save Maisie... She knew Camille meant to harm them both."
Suddenly, Grant’s phone buzzed on the table. The caller ID read Camille.
Grant slammed the speakerphone button. Camille’s icy, arrogant voice filled the room. "Grant, I assume you’ve reviewed my little souvenir from the hospital? It doesn't matter anymore. If you want to see your precious baby girl and your brave little maid alive... bring the total share transfer deeds to Pier 4 immediately!"
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Grant whirled his chair around toward the nursery.
The nursery door was wide open. The guards lay unconscious on the floor. Little Maisie was gone!
