Chapter 4 - THE REASON SHE WANTED ME GONE
The detectives found the second phone inside Allison’s car.
Its messages covered more than a year.
Most were between Allison and her brother.
Others were with a man named Scott Morrow, a private contractor who had worked briefly for my company.
Scott was the person who recommended the Saudi assignment.
The project had been presented as a rare opportunity: eight months overseas, triple compensation, and a leadership position that could transform my career.
I had almost refused because of Mom’s health.
Allison convinced me to go.
“This is our future,” she said. “I can handle things here.”
According to the messages, Scott had been paid fifty thousand dollars to make sure I received the contract.
Allison wanted me out of the country.
She had not taken advantage of my absence.
She had arranged it.
I read the messages in a conference room at the sheriff’s office.
Scott: He’s concerned about leaving his mother.
Allison: Tell him the contract will go to someone else if he hesitates. I’ll deal with the old woman.
A month later:
Connor: How long until we control the main account?
Allison: Evelyn is the problem. She checks everything.
Connor: Then put her somewhere.
Allison: Ryder would ask questions. I need her to sign willingly or look too confused to object.
I pushed the phone away.
Detective Marlene Shaw sat across from me.
“There’s one more conversation you should see.”
She opened an audio file recorded three weeks before I left.
Allison and Scott were speaking in our kitchen.
“What if Ryder comes home early?” Scott asked.
Allison laughed.
“He never does anything unexpectedly. That’s why he’s useful.”
I listened to my wife describe me as predictable, trusting, and emotionally dependent on her.
Then Scott said, “Once the money is moved, what happens to the marriage?”
Allison answered without hesitation.
“I file for divorce. By then, Ryder will be blamed for abandoning his elderly mother, and Evelyn will be declared incompetent. I’ll walk away with half of everything.”
She had not simply planned to rob me.
She intended to turn my mother’s abuse into evidence against me.
The police arrested Allison that afternoon.
She was taken into custody outside a luxury hotel, where she had been staying since leaving the hospital.
Her brother was arrested in Nevada two days later.
Scott tried to leave the country and was detained at the airport.
The arrest should have felt like justice.
Instead, I sat beside Mom’s hospital bed and apologized.
“I should have seen it.”
Her bruised hand rested over mine.
“She worked very hard to make sure you didn’t.”
“I left you.”
“You trusted your wife.”
“That trust almost killed you.”
Mom’s eyes filled with tears.
“Do you remember when you were nine and fell through the ice behind our house?”
I nodded.
“Your father blamed himself for months because he had told you the pond was safe. I told him trust is not a crime. The person who breaks it owns the shame.”
“Dad was still there to pull me out.”
“And you came home in time to pull me out.”
I looked away.
Mom tightened her fingers.
“Jade kept me alive until you did.”
Jade was sitting near the window pretending not to hear.
I turned toward her.
“Thank you.”
She shook her head.
“You don’t owe me.”
“I owe you more than I can say.”
She looked at Mom.
“She reminded me of my grandmother.”
Later, the prosecutor showed us the last recovered video.
It had been recorded on the afternoon I returned.
Mom refused to sign a second transfer.
Allison raised the wooden spoon, but before she could strike, Jade stepped between them.
The spoon hit Jade above the eye.
Allison shoved the wheelchair.
Mom fell.
Then Allison looked toward the front hall.
My key turned in the lock.
Her expression changed.
She had only seconds to create a lie.
By the time I reached the kitchen, the smile was already on her face.
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“Darling,” she had said. “I was only teaching her a lesson.”
Now a jury would hear those words too.
