Daniel answered.
“It means someone knew exactly where she would be.”
His expression hardened.
“And her collapse may not have been an accident.”
PART 5 — THE WOMAN I SAVED HAD BEEN FOLLOWED
Eleanor refused to go home.
Her attorneys wanted her surrounded by security.
Daniel wanted her at a private medical facility.
She wanted answers.
So we moved upstairs to a larger conference room while Halston’s security team reconstructed her morning.
At 6:40 a.m., Eleanor had left her estate.
At 7:10, she stopped at a bakery she had visited every Saturday for fourteen years.
At 7:35, she drove toward the office.
At 7:51, she pulled onto Route 18 after feeling dizzy.
At 7:53, she collapsed beside her vehicle.
At 7:54, I stopped.
The mystery was the earlier call.
Emergency records showed an anonymous caller had contacted dispatch at 7:51.
The caller said:
“There’s an elderly woman in distress near mile marker twenty-two.”
Then disconnected.
Eleanor hadn’t collapsed until almost two minutes later.
