At my father’s funeral, my brothers mocked me and claimed I would inherit nothing—until the chapel doors locked, his attorney, detectives, and a witness stepped forward with the truth they never expected to face.

and medication reminders,” I said. “You installed a document scanner beside his bed.”

Grant laughed, too loud. “A dying man signed a will. That’s not a crime.”

“Coercing him is,” Ramos said. “So is falsifying medical records.”

Celeste covered her mouth. Her shoulders shook.

Grant turned toward her. “Be careful.”

That threat broke whatever guilt had already continue reading …