Marianne held up one hand, silently telling us not to speak.
Serena’s voice trembled. “I said I need air.”
A pause.
Then Victor laughed softly.
“You’ve been talking to someone.”
Serena said nothing.
Victor’s tone changed.
“Give me the phone.”
The line went dead.
Adrian moved first. “Call Nair.”
Marianne was already dialing.
Dr. Walsh stepped toward me, but I was staring at the silent phone.
For the first time since the cliff, I was not afraid only for myself.
I was afraid for my sister.
The next hour became a blur of restrained chaos.
Agent Nair’s team was already near Victor’s Denver house because of the emergency probate filing and the insurance fraud investigation. Serena’s interrupted call gave them lawful urgency. They entered through the front gate with local officers, body cameras on, warrants moving faster than Victor’s lawyers could object.
I did not see it happen.
