Marcus:
That doesn’t make the account yours.
That message mattered.
His own brother had understood the boundary.
Daniel didn’t.
Another message:
If the doctor documents confusion, I can handle everything.
Marcus:
What are you talking about?
Daniel never answered.
Investigators interviewed Marcus.
He was horrified.
He told them Daniel’s business debts were worse than anyone knew.
Daniel had borrowed from him too.
$35,000.
He had also promised a lender he would inject $150,000 of “family capital” into the consulting business.
No such capital existed.
Unless Daniel got access to mine.
Now the motive made sense.
Not murder.
Money.
Control.
Desperation.
And the dangerous belief that because I was his wife and sick, my assets should rescue him.
At the protective-order hearing six weeks after the trash-can incident, Daniel’s lawyer tried to keep the focus narrow.
One argument.
One injury.
One stressed husband.
Monica didn’t overreach.
She presented Rachel.
