“Her name is Vanessa Cole,” the lawyer said. “She married Daniel about a year and a half ago. After his death at a construction site, she collected two large life insurance payouts. We also found something else—she sold the family home in Phoenix, which belonged to the kids’ grandmother, using forged documents. The grandmother is about to be evicted.”
Victor’s expression darkened.
“There’s more,” the lawyer continued. “She’s flying to meet a man in Miami—the site supervisor responsible for the faulty scaffolding that caused Daniel’s fall. They’ve been involved for years.”
Silence filled the room.
It wasn’t an accident.
It was planned.
Victor hung up and stared out at the runway. In the distance, Flight 402 was taxiing for takeoff.
He made another call.
“This is Victor Reyes. That plane doesn’t leave the ground. Turn it around. Now.”
Moments later, the aircraft slowed… then turned back toward the terminal.
Inside first class, Vanessa sipped champagne, already imagining her new life.
Free of the kids.
Rich.
Untouchable.
Then the cabin door burst open.
Federal agents walked in.
“Vanessa Cole, stand up slowly,” one said. “You’re under investigation.”