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Chương 10

At 2:18 p.m., the low-resolution buffer captured the dark-coated figure. The visible ring, the left hand, the rubbed sleeve—each fit Gabriel. None alone proved identity.

The recovered audio did more.

A forensic specialist cleaned several seconds of hallway speech. Beneath the distortion, Gabriel said a name.

Dom.

Dominic’s reply followed.

I did what you asked.

The case strengthened but remained incomplete. Gabriel’s attorney argued that the audio had been altered, the camera was unregistered, the system’s chain of custody was compromised, and dozens of employees wore dark clothing.

Then investigators found the wine purchase.

Gabriel had ordered six bottles from a private merchant under Sofia’s account. Five were delivered to the estate. The sixth was collected by someone using Gabriel’s assistant’s identification.

The poisoned bottle was the sixth.

Its label had been removed and replaced with one from the legitimate delivery. Traces of adhesive on the glass differed from the manufacturer’s standard.

The wine contained cashew protein and a concentrated flavoring used in specialty liqueurs.

Gabriel claimed his assistant had taken the bottle without permission.

The assistant, terrified and represented by her own attorney, admitted collecting it at Gabriel’s direction. She said she delivered it sealed to his apartment and never saw it again.

Gabriel had motive, access, and opportunity.

What investigators lacked was proof that he had entered the study with the altered bottle.

The estate’s electronic lock recorded Elena’s master key at 2:06 and no further entry until Alejandro arrived. The door, however, had remained ajar after Elena left because a warped lower hinge prevented it from latching unless pulled firmly.

Emma had pushed that already-ajar door at the moment Alejandro collapsed.

The lock log could not identify anyone who entered between them.

Detective Brooks returned to speak with Emma using a trained child interviewer. Elena watched through one-way glass.

The interviewer did not show Emma photographs at first. She asked her to draw the hall.

Emma drew a brown rectangle for the study door, a green circle for the indoor palm, and a blue line for the tall curtains.

“Where were you?”

Emma drew a small pink shape.

“Where was the man?”

A black mark appeared near the end of the blue line.

“What made his hand shiny?”

Emma drew a circle around one finger.

“Did it have a picture?”

“A wing.”

“Anything else?”

“A sword.”

The Saint Michael ring.

The interviewer later showed Emma a sequence of hands wearing different rings. Emma selected Gabriel’s design twice, then selected a similar ring the third time.

The result helped, but no responsible prosecutor would build an attempted-murder case on the memory of a four-year-old who had witnessed a frightening event.

Emma’s statement became supporting evidence, not the foundation.

Elena was relieved.

“I don’t want them making her carry this,” she told Rachel.

“She already carries it,” Rachel said. “The question is how much weight the adults add.”

The investigation continued into its fifth week.

Elena found temporary work cleaning medical offices at night. The pay was lower, the commute longer, and every bottle of disinfectant irritated a crack in the skin beside her thumbnail.

Emma returned to preschool after the director arranged a private drop-off entrance. Two parents still withdrew their children.

Alejandro sent no more gifts.

Once each week, however, Sofia called Elena with an update. She did not ask for forgiveness or gratitude. Sometimes the update lasted less than a minute.

“Gabriel’s passport has been surrendered.”

“Victor entered a cooperation agreement.”

“The lab confirmed the allergen concentration was not accidental.”

“The prosecutor is reviewing the camera files.”

One Friday, Sofia asked whether Emma would be willing to meet Alejandro.

Elena stood in the supply room of a dentist’s office, holding a roll of trash bags.

“Why?”

“He wants to thank her properly.”

“He already did.”

“He says he did it badly.”

“That sounds possible.”

Sofia exhaled something close to a laugh. “There is another reason.”

“What?”

“He needs to make a decision. He thinks seeing her may help.”

Elena’s grip tightened on the roll.

“My daughter is not his conscience.”

“No.”

“She is not a lesson you bring into a room when powerful men need to feel human.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

Sofia was silent.

Elena looked at the shelves of paper towels, gloves, and plastic cups. “What decision?”

“Whether to turn over the full camera archive.”

“Why hasn’t he?”

“Because it contains evidence that could put him in prison.”

Elena leaned against the wall.

The building’s ventilation system hummed above her.

“Does the archive prove Gabriel poisoned him?”

“It may prove Gabriel accessed the camera and learned about an audit. It also contains Alejandro’s conversation with a man who assaulted an employee.”

“And he wants my four-year-old to help him choose?”

“No. I want him to look at the person who paid the price for his world without pretending the price belongs to someone else.”

Elena closed her eyes.

“Do not bring her into that.”

“I understand.”

“You can tell him something for me.”

“What?”

“If he hides evidence to protect himself, then he is helping the person who framed me. Whatever story he tells himself after that is decoration.”

Sofia was quiet for a moment.

“I’ll tell him exactly.”

Alejandro received the message in the study.

He had replaced none of the photographs. The shelves remained partly bare.

Sofia stood by the window while he listened.

When she finished, he said, “She has a talent for contempt.”

“She has earned some.”

He looked at the encrypted drive on the desk.

Mercer had prepared a legal strategy for limited disclosure. The prosecution would receive the poisoning-day files and selected prior footage. A retired judge could review disputed material privately.

It was defensible.

It was also designed to keep the Deluca recording hidden unless someone specifically discovered it.

Alejandro picked up the drive.

“Call Brooks.”

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Mercer arrived before the detective and argued for forty-three minutes.

He spoke of privilege, scope, constitutional protections, corporate exposure, innocent employees, and the danger of handing law enforcement a map of unrelated lives.

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