I stepped forward and opened the folder.

I pulled out a delivery log from three years ago.

“There were weekly deliveries of custom dietary supplements sent to Eleanor,” I said.

“They were imported from a private clinic in Europe.”

“Eleanor loved health trends,” Celeste said smoothly. “Many people knew that.”

“But the packages weren’t addressed to Eleanor directly,” I said.

“They were sent to a mailbox registered under a shell company.”

“And who owned that company, Elena?” Alexander asked.

I looked up from the paper, my eyes meeting Celeste’s icy blue stare.

“The registration documents were signed by a representative of Celeste’s family firm,” I said.

Celeste did not flinch.

She simply smiled a small, pitying smile.

“A shell company is not a crime, Alexander,” Celeste said. “And my family has many business interests.”

“It is a crime when the supplements contain digitalis purpurea in lethal, slow-acting doses,” I said.

Vivian gasped, her face losing what little color it had left.

“Lethal?” Vivian whispered.

She looked at Celeste with genuine horror.

“You told me they were just standard vitamins,” Vivian said, her voice shaking.