Chapter 2: The Detective Knew Her Name
The ballroom no longer sounded like a charity gala.
It sounded like a courtroom waiting for its first witness.
Guests whispered behind champagne glasses. Several people had their phones raised. The string quartet had stopped playing, and the waitstaff stood frozen beside the service stations.
Vanessa recovered first.
She straightened her silver gown and lifted her chin.
"Detective, this is a ridiculous misunderstanding.""
Detective Miller didn't respond immediately.
He pulled a small notebook from his jacket.
"Mrs. Whitmore, please step away from the table.""
"Do you know who I am?""
"Yes, ma'am. That's why I'm speaking to you.""
Daniel placed the wineglass carefully on the table.
"Detective, my employee recorded her putting something in this.""
Miller looked at the phone.
"May I see it?""
Daniel handed it over.
The detective watched the recording once.
Then again.
His expression hardened.
"Who else has seen this video?""
"Only the people standing here," I answered.
Vanessa turned toward me.
"You're lying. You've been planning this.""
I stared at her.
"Planning what? Saving your husband's life?""
She stepped forward, but one of the officers moved between us.
"Ma'am, stay where you are.""
Vanessa's mouth tightened.
Daniel turned to his attorney.
"Richard, call the hospital. I want the wine tested immediately.""
Richard nodded.
"I'll arrange for a forensic collection.""
Detective Miller raised his hand.
"Actually, Mr. Hayes, we'll handle the evidence collection.""
Richard looked annoyed.
"Detective, this is private property.""
"And that glass may contain evidence of attempted poisoning. Private property doesn't change that.""
For the first time that evening, Richard said nothing.
I noticed something strange.
He wasn't looking at Vanessa.
He was looking at the wineglass.
His jaw tightened when the detective placed an evidence marker beside it.
I tried to dismiss the feeling.
Maybe he was simply worried about his client.
Then Detective Miller asked Daniel a question.
"Mr. Whitmore, did you recognize the substance your wife used?""
Daniel shook his head.
"No. But I recognized the bottle.""
"How?""
Daniel glanced at Vanessa.
"My younger brother, Matthew, died eleven months ago.""
The room seemed to grow colder.
Matthew Whitmore had been Daniel's business partner before his death. I remembered reading about it in the local newspaper.
He had reportedly suffered a sudden medical emergency at his home.
The article described it as an accidental death.
Daniel continued.
"He was thirty-eight. Healthy. He'd been complaining about dizziness and unusual fatigue for several weeks.""
Vanessa interrupted.
"Daniel, not here.""
He turned toward her.
"Why? You've had eleven months to explain.""
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
Detective Miller closed his notebook.
"Mr. Whitmore, your brother's death is one reason we're here tonight.""
Daniel looked stunned.
"What?""
"We reopened parts of that investigation three weeks ago.""
Vanessa's hand moved toward her purse.
One officer noticed.
"Ma'am, keep your hands visible.""
She froze.
Detective Miller looked at Daniel.
"We received information suggesting someone may have administered a substance to your brother before his death.""
Daniel gripped the edge of the table.
"Who gave you that information?""
"An individual who worked in your household.""
Vanessa laughed nervously.
"That's absurd. Our former housekeeper was dismissed for stealing jewelry.""
Miller looked at her.
"We haven't mentioned a housekeeper.""
Her face changed.
I noticed it.
So did Daniel.
"Vanessa," he said quietly.
"Why did you say that?""
She shook her head.
"I know how these investigations work. You're trying to frighten me.""
The detective turned to one of the officers.
"Please secure her purse.""
Vanessa pulled it against her body.
"Absolutely not!""
"Mrs. Whitmore, we're asking you to cooperate.""
She looked toward Richard.
"Do something!""
Richard stepped forward.
"Detective, I advise that any search be conducted according to proper procedure. My client has rights.""
"Of course," Miller replied.
"We'll follow every legal requirement.""
Then he turned toward me.
"Miss Carter, I need your full name and a statement about what you witnessed.""
"Emily Carter.""
"Did you see the bottle clearly?""
"Yes.""
"Can you describe it?""
"Small. Dark blue. Silver cap. There was a white label, but I couldn't read the writing.""
"Did you see her put it away?""
"Yes.""
"Did anyone approach the table afterward?""
I thought carefully.
"Mr. Whitmore came back. Then Mrs. Whitmore offered him the wine.""
Miller nodded.
"Good. Don't delete or edit the recording. We'll need the original file.""
Daniel looked at me.
"Emily, I owe you my life.""
I shook my head.
"You don't owe me anything, sir.""
"Yes, I do.""
Vanessa suddenly laughed.
It was a sharp, unpleasant sound.
"How touching. The waitress saves the billionaire, and suddenly she's a hero.""
Daniel turned toward her.
"Stop.""
She pointed at me.
"Ask her why she was recording me. Ask her why she was hiding behind a column with her phone out.""
I swallowed.
"I saw you holding a bottle.""
"Convenient.""
"Then I saw you pour something into his drink.""
Vanessa stepped closer.
"You have no idea what you've started.""
Detective Miller immediately moved between us.
"That's enough.""
A few minutes later, another detective arrived carrying a sealed evidence container.
The wineglass was carefully transferred.
Then Miller received a phone call.
He listened for several seconds before his expression changed.
"Are you certain?"" he asked.
He turned away from the table.
"Understood.""
When he ended the call, Daniel approached him.
"What happened?""
Miller looked at the attorney, then at Vanessa.
"We identified the medication visible in the video.""
Daniel's voice dropped.
"What is it?""
The detective hesitated.
"It's a prescription drug that can become extremely dangerous when taken in the wrong circumstances. We also found a connection to the substance documented in your brother's autopsy.""
Vanessa began shaking her head.
"No. No, that's impossible.""
Daniel stared at her.
"How could you know what was in that bottle?""
She didn't answer.
Then Detective Miller said something that made every person at the table turn toward him.
"There's one more thing, Mr. Whitmore. The person who contacted us about your brother's death specifically warned us that your wife might try something tonight.""
Daniel's mouth fell open.
"Who contacted you?""
Miller looked toward the ballroom entrance.
And a woman wearing a hotel employee's uniform stepped out from behind the officers.
Daniel recognized her immediately.
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"That's impossible," he whispered.
Because the woman standing there was supposed to have died in a car accident six months earlier.
