Dana did not sit until Detective Hollis told her twice.
When she finally lowered herself into the plastic chair, she held both hands between her knees like someone trying to keep herself from shaking apart.
I remained standing.
“What did Mark do to Valerie?”
Dana looked toward Maya’s room.
“Not here.”
“My daughter is asleep.”
“I still don’t want her hearing this.”
Neither did I.
We moved into an empty consultation room.
Hollis closed the door.
Dana started with Valerie’s employment.
“She worked for Mark before I knew him well.”
“I know that.”
“She helped with his side business.”
“What side business?”
“Supplements.”
The word had become poisonous.
“What kind?”
“Weight loss. Energy. Hormone support. Whatever was trending.”
“Legal?”
“Some.”
“And the rest?”
Dana looked at Hollis.
“I didn’t know at first.”
“What happened to Valerie?”
“She tried the products.”
“Because Mark made her?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“I wasn’t there when it started.”
“Then tell me what you know.”
Dana took a breath.
“Valerie was already using prescription stimulants. Mark knew that.”
My stomach tightened.
“He told me she was addicted.”
“She may have been.”
“And he gave her more?”
“He gave her samples.”
“Why?”
“To see how strong they were.”
Hollis interrupted. “Did he tell you that directly?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“After she got sick the first time.”
I stared at her.
“First time?”
“She had heart palpitations. Tremors. She went to urgent care.”
“When?”
“Months before she died.”
“Did they connect it to the supplements?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did Mark stop giving them to her?”
Dana looked down.
“No.”
My hands curled into fists.
“What did he do?”
“He changed the dose.”
The room blurred at the edges.
The same pattern.
Blue tablets made Maya sick.
Mark stopped.
Then replaced them with white capsules.
Not because he had learned to stop experimenting.
Because he had adjusted the experiment.
I whispered, “He did the same thing.”
Dana looked at me.
“With Maya?”
I nodded.
She covered her face.
“Oh God.”
“You knew he gave Maya something.”
“I knew about the white capsules.”
“Not the blue?”
“No.”
“Why did you scan her in November?”
“Mark said she had abdominal swelling.”
“And you just agreed?”
“He paid me.”
“How much?”
“Two hundred dollars.”
My daughter’s health had been reduced to an envelope and two hundred dollars.
“What did you see?”
“A small complex area near the right ovary.”
“And you told him?”
“Yes.”
“Did he seem worried?”
“Not the way a father should.”
“What does that mean?”
“He asked whether supplements could cause it.”
Exactly what Maya remembered.
“What did you say?”
“That I didn’t know and he needed a physician.”
“What did he ask next?”
Dana hesitated.
“Whether a doctor could tell what substances she had taken from the scan.”
My skin went cold.
“He was worried about being discovered.”
“Yes.”
“Not about Maya.”
Dana said nothing.
I turned away.
Hollis asked, “What happened in January?”
“He called me because the swelling was worse.”
“You scanned her again.”
“Yes.”
“The mass had grown.”
“Yes.”
“What did you tell him?”
“That he had to stop whatever he was doing and take her to a hospital.”
“Did you know about Valerie by then?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
Dana looked at me.
“Mark told me.”
“Why?”
“He was drunk.”
I stared at her.
“When?”
“About a year after Valerie died.”
“What did he say?”
“That Valerie had been stupid.”
My stomach tightened.
“His word?”
“Yes.”
“He blamed her?”
“He said she mixed too many things.”
“What else?”
“He said the coroner only found what they were looking for.”
I remembered Maya’s words.
They never tested the rest.
“What did that mean?”
“I asked.”
“And?”
“He said supplements aren’t always part of routine toxicology.”
Hollis was writing rapidly.
“Did he identify the product?”
“Not then.”
“When did you learn?”
“Later.”
“How?”
“I saw boxes in his office.”
“The same product line found in Valerie’s apartment?”
Dana nodded.
“North Star?”
“Yes.”
“Was that Mark’s company?”
“Not officially.”
“What does officially mean?”
“It was registered through someone else.”
“Who?”
Dana swallowed.
“Valerie.”
I stared at her.
“Valerie owned the company?”
“On paper.”
“After she died?”
“That’s when Mark changed things.”
“To VC Services?”
Dana looked startled.
“You found that?”
Hollis said nothing.
Dana nodded.
“He kept using her initials.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Sentiment?”
Her expression made the idea absurd.
“No.”
“Then why?”
“To separate it from himself.”
That sounded more like Mark.
I sat down.
“What did you mean when you texted that what he gave Maya may have made things worse?”
“I don’t know medically.”
“Then why say it?”
“Because Mark was worried about hormones.”
“What hormones?”
“He had several products advertised as hormone-balancing.”
“Did they actually contain hormones?”
“Some batches contained ingredients that weren’t on the labels.”
“What ingredients?”
“I don’t know all of them.”
“Did he?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
“He had laboratory reports.”
Hollis looked up.
“Where?”
“His office.”
“Physical copies?”
“Yes.”
“Computer?”
“Probably.”
“Password?”
Dana shook her head.
Then stopped.
“He used Valerie’s birthday for things.”
Hollis stared at her.
“What birthday?”
She gave him the date.
He immediately stepped outside.
I looked at Dana.
“Why are you telling us now?”
“Because Maya is in surgery.”
“She’s out.”
Dana’s face changed.
“Is she okay?”
“She lost an ovary.”
Dana covered her mouth.
I watched tears fill her eyes.
They did nothing for me.
“Do not cry like you’re surprised.”
“I didn’t know.”
“You knew enough.”
“Yes.”
“You had my number.”
“Yes.”
“You let Mark scare you.”
“Yes.”
“My daughter paid for your fear.”
Dana lowered her head.
“Yes.”
The lack of defense made my anger harder to hold.
I wanted her to argue so I could hate her cleanly.
Instead she sat there accepting every accusation.
Hollis returned.
“We need Dana to give a formal statement.”
“Fine.”
He looked at me.
“And we found something using the information she provided.”
“What?”
“A protected folder on a computer seized from the office.”
My heart accelerated.
“What’s inside?”
“We’re still reviewing.”
“About Maya?”
“Some files appear to reference MB.”
Maya Bennett.
“What kind of files?”
“Spreadsheets.”
My mouth went dry.
“Spreadsheets of what?”
“Dates. Dosages. Notes.”
I stared at him.
“No.”
Dana began crying harder.
Hollis continued carefully.
“Some entries correspond with the periods your daughter described.”
Blue pills.
White capsules.
Vomiting.
Sleeplessness.
Pain.
My husband had not simply remembered what he gave her.
He had recorded it.
“Was he testing her?”
“We need to interpret the files properly.”
“Read me one.”
“I can’t.”
“Detective.”
“I cannot give you raw evidence while investigators are still establishing context.”
I stood.
“Then tell me whether my daughter’s symptoms appear in those notes.”
He hesitated.
“Yes.”
“Which symptoms?”
“Fatigue. Nausea. Appetite. Sleep.”
My stomach turned.
“Pain?”
“Yes.”
“He recorded that she was in pain?”
“Yes.”
“And still gave her the capsules?”
“The dates appear to overlap.”
I covered my mouth.
There was no misunderstanding left.
No forgetfulness.
No father trying clumsily to help.
Mark had watched.
Measured.
Recorded.
And continued.
Dana whispered, “There may be recordings.”
I turned.
“What recordings?”
“Mark recorded conversations.”
“With whom?”
“Everybody.”
“Why?”
“He said people lie.”
Of course he did.
“Where?”
“Computer. Phone. Sometimes a small recorder.”
Hollis asked, “Did he record medical visits?”
“I think so.”
“The private scans?”
Dana nodded.
Hollis left again.
I looked at Dana.
“Did he record Valerie?”
“Yes.”
“Before she died?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know what was on those recordings?”
“No.”
“Did you hear any?”
“One.”
“What did she say?”
Dana’s face tightened.
“She wanted out.”
“Out of what?”
“The business.”
“Why?”
“She was scared.”
“Of the products?”
“Of Mark.”
The sentence landed harder than I expected.
“Why?”
“He had things under her name. Accounts. Orders. Prescriptions. She said if something happened, it would all point to her.”
“And then something happened.”
Dana nodded.
“Did she threaten to expose him?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“A few weeks before she died.”
My skin prickled.
“What did Mark say?”
“That she wouldn’t.”
“How did he know?”
Dana shook her head.
“I don’t know.”
The door opened.
Hollis returned holding his phone.
“We found an audio file dated January eighteenth.”
The date of Maya’s second private scan.
My heartbeat quickened.
“What’s on it?”
“Dana and Mark.”
Dana went pale.
“And Maya?”
“Her voice is audible briefly.”
I gripped the table.
“What did Mark say?”
Hollis looked at Dana.
“You told him the mass had grown.”
She nodded.
“You told him she needed urgent diagnostic imaging.”
“Yes.”
“You said delaying could risk complications.”
Dana began crying.
“Yes.”
I felt something inside me settle into a terrible calm.
“What did Mark say?”
Hollis looked at me.
“He asked how long he could safely wait.”
My stomach twisted.
“And Dana?”
“She said she couldn’t answer that.”
“What else?”
“He asked whether the mass could affect fertility.”
My breath stopped.
He had known.
Months before Maya sat in the hospital asking that exact question.
“What did Dana say?”
“That it could, depending on what it was and whether complications developed.”
I closed my eyes.
“What did he say after that?”
Hollis hesitated.
“Claire.”
“Tell me.”
“He said he needed more time before a hospital started testing her blood.”
I stared at him.
More time.
Not for Maya.
For himself.
“Why?”
“We believe the next section explains that.”
“What section?”
“Mark said the current batch needed to clear her system.”
Dana covered her face.
I could barely speak.
“He deliberately waited for the pills to leave her blood before taking her to a real doctor.”
“That appears to be what he said.”
“But she was still taking white capsules.”
“The January recording may refer to the blue tablets.”
I remembered Mark stopping them after Maya became sick.
Then replacing them.
He had waited until one product cleared.
Then started another.
My phone buzzed.
Laura had returned and was waiting outside.
Before I could move, Hollis said, “There’s more.”
I stared at him.
“In the recording, Dana tells Mark something about Valerie.”
“What?”
“She says, ‘You promised you would never do this again after Valerie.’”
The room went silent.
“What did he answer?”
Hollis looked directly at me.
“He said, ‘Valerie was different. Maya is healthy.’”
I felt the floor disappear beneath me.
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