“To her?”

“Not exactly.”

I inserted the flash drive into Dad’s computer.

A video appeared.

Dad sat in the study, thin but alert, looking directly into the camera.

“Marcus,” he began, “if you are watching this, you chose greed over the last chance I gave you.”

My brother lunged toward the computer.

The investigators blocked him.

Dad continued.

“If you hurt your sister, understand that she holds evidence beyond this safe.”

Marcus finally understood.

His confrontation at the funeral had not frightened me.

It had simply added another witnessed incident to a case already waiting to close.

Part 3

Dad’s video lasted seven minutes.

He described the missing transfers, Marcus’s lies, and every attempt he had made to get his son to stop.

Then his voice softened.

“Elena never asked me for money. She asked me to let the truth come out lawfully. I am leaving the house to her because she made it a home during my illness. Everything else remaining will fund legal aid for elderly people exploited by relatives.”

Marcus shoved past the investigators.

“You poisoned him against me!”

“No. You did that yourself.”

Sirens sounded outside.

Two detectives entered the study.

Samuel had contacted them according to Dad’s instructions.

Unless Marcus tried to flee, destroy evidence, or attack me, they were supposed to wait until the safe had been opened.