the neighbor, and her
own mother were helping force owners out.”
Mitchell’s mouth tightened.
“So Gavin came home early and saw the wrong conversation.”
“And became the perfect suspect,” the investigator said. “Husband. Blood on clothes. Weapon touched. Neighbor ready to testify.
Victim suddenly gone.”
Gavin closed his eyes.
“They didn’t just frame me because I saw too much.”
“No,” Mitchell said.
“They framed you because if your wife was declared murdered, her estate could be handled without her fighting the sale.”
The room went silent.
Then the investigator slid forward one more document.
A probate filing.
Filed three days after the alleged murder.
Petitioner: Chloe’s grandmother.
Purpose: emergency estate administration.
Attached recommendation: transfer disputed land interest to county development authority.
Gavin stared at the page.
His wife had not even been buried.
Because there had been no body to bury.
And they had already begun selling what she refused
