I demanded to listen. I had no legal right to, really, but the detectives saw the fire in my eyes—a mother’s rage that burned hotter than grief—and they let me stand behind the one-way glass as they questioned Daniel.
He broke down almost immediately. There was no resistance, no lawyerly maneuvering. just a flood of pathetic, spineless confession.
“She warned me,” Daniel sobbed, his head in his hands. “She told me weeks ago that she wouldn’t let another ‘mistake’ into the house. She talked about tainted genetics. About how the family name was being diluted.”
“And you did what?” Detective Miller asked, his voice dripping with disdain.
“I told her to stop talking like that. I thought she was just… being Mom. I didn’t think she’d actually…”
“But you knew she was capable?”
