The prosecutor described the suspicious purchases, the fingerprints, and the statements provided by Silas and Beatrice.
Then came another unexpected piece of evidence.
A man named Bobby Tucker had supposedly helped arrange the illegal purchase.
He had died in a vehicle accident, leaving behind a statement claiming I’d paid him fifty thousand dollars.
When the prosecutor displayed the letter, I noticed something strange.
Bobby had left school young and worked as a truck driver for most of his life.
Yet the letter was written with unusually polished language.
Every sentence sounded carefully prepared.
I leaned toward Harrison.
“That statement doesn’t sound like him.”
Harrison nodded.
“We’ve challenged its authenticity.”
But the judge admitted the document.
Then Silas took the witness stand.
He looked devastated.
“Mr. Thorne,” the prosecutor asked, “did you see your wife deliver medication to Arthur Vance?”
Silas lowered his head.
“Yes.”
His voice trembled.
