Chapter 4 - What Jason Brought to My House
Officers arrived at my property before Sylvia and Jason.
They remained out of sight in an unmarked vehicle across the street while Kim and I monitored the cameras remotely.
At 12:07 a.m., Jason’s car pulled into my driveway.
Sylvia sat in the passenger seat.
They remained inside for almost two minutes.
Jason appeared to be speaking sharply.
Sylvia shook her head.
Then he handed her a folder.
They approached the side entrance.
Jason wore gloves.
Not winter gloves.
Thin black disposable gloves.
He used the emergency key Sylvia had kept from childhood.
Inside, they called my name.
“Mom?”
“Karina?”
The house remained dark.
Jason turned on the hallway lamp.
Sylvia moved toward the staircase while he went directly to my office.
Not my bedroom.
Not the kitchen.
The office.
He opened the drawer where I normally kept estate documents.
It was empty.
I had moved everything to my attorney’s vault two weeks earlier after noticing files had been disturbed.
Jason swore.
Sylvia stood in the doorway clutching the folder.
“What are we supposed to do now?”
“Find the trust binder.”
“She might wake up.”
Jason turned toward her.
“If the dose worked, she won’t.”
Every person in the observation room went still.
The house microphone captured the sentence clearly.
Sylvia’s face twisted.
“You said she’d just be confused.”
“She was supposed to sign while she was disoriented.”
“And if she couldn’t?”
Jason lowered his voice.
The microphone still caught it.
“Then the hospital would confirm cognitive decline after they found her.”
Sylvia looked pale.
“You said this was safe.”
“It is, if you stop panicking.”
He opened the folder.
Inside were the same power-of-attorney documents from breakfast, along with a physician-capacity form bearing the name of a doctor I had never met.
My supposed examination had already been dated for the following morning.
They had prepared medical evidence before knowing my condition.
Jason did not plan merely to exploit an accident.
He planned to manufacture incapacity.
Sylvia walked into my bedroom.
She returned moments later.
“She’s not here.”
Jason froze.
“What?”
“The bed is empty.”
He pulled out his phone and called me.
My phone vibrated on the table beside Kim.
We let it ring.
Jason called again.
Then he opened the home-security application and tried another login.
His face changed when access failed.
“She knows.”
Sylvia began crying.
“No. She said she drank it.”
“She lied.”
Jason grabbed her arm.
“Did you warn her?”
“No!”
He looked toward the front windows.
That was when the unmarked vehicle’s headlights came on.
Jason released Sylvia and ran toward the rear entrance.
He did not get far.
There was no dramatic raid.
No broken door.
Officers intercepted him outside the kitchen while Sylvia stood frozen in the hallway with the forged documents in her hands.
The evidence technician photographed everything where it was found.
Gloves.
Forms.
Emergency key.
Phones.
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The empty estate drawer.
And the folder they planned to place in front of a woman they believed could no longer resist.
