“Succinylcholine,” Marco read from the screen. “It doesn’t leave an obvious trace unless you look for the metabolites immediately.”

“Who ordered the lab work?” I asked.

“Edward did it himself,” Marco said. “He knew he was being poisoned. He hid these results on the drive before he died.”

He scrolled down further, opening an encrypted email thread.

“There are messages here between Eleanor and a logistics firm based out of Miami,” Marco said.

“The Vance estate is worth eighty million,” Ryker said.

“It’s more than that,” Marco said. “She didn’t just want the money. She promised the shipping lanes to a syndicate in exchange for clearing Edward’s debt.”

“And Edward refused to sign,” I said.

“So she had him removed,” Ryker said.

The twins looked up at us, their faces pale in the dim light.

They did not understand the words, but they understood the tone.

Owen pulled his bear closer to his chin.

“Our dad is in heaven,” Owen said softly.

“I know, sweetie,” I said, rubbing his back. “He’s safe now.”

“He told us to run if the lady came back,” Lily said.