“Really?” Kevin feigned surprise. “I had no idea.” He turned to Isabella. “Did you know about this?”
“How could I?” Isabella said awkwardly. “I wasn’t working for your family back then.”
Kevin nodded quickly. “Right, right, I forgot. But so what if they were from the same town? Should everyone from a killer’s hometown be held responsible for their crimes?”
The captain shook his head, looking down at Kevin’s stubborn denial. “You really won’t give up, will you? Fine, let me be more specific. One month before the accident, Oliver Mitchell divorced his wife. A year before that, his daughter had been diagnosed with leukemia. After he was sentenced, his daughter received a large donation, found a bone marrow match, and made a full recovery. I recently discovered that the large deposit made to his ex-wife’s account can be traced back to Lucas Charles. So I looked into Lucas Charles and found that he was the brother of Isabella Charles, who is now your wife.”
Kevin’s face flushed. “What does that prove?”
The captain’s expression hardened. “Twenty-five years ago, Lucas Charles earned two hundred dollars a month. How could he possibly come up with three hundred thousand dollars? And why would a working-class family, struggling to make ends meet, donate such a massive sum to a stranger?”
Isabella stood up. “Didn’t you just say they were from the same town? Isn’t it natural for people to help their own?”
“I wasn’t asking you,” the captain said. “But since you spoke up, let me ask you: where did your brother get that kind of money?”
Isabella was done for.
The district attorney stepped forward. “Ms. Hall, please try to control your emotions for a moment and just tell us what happened.”
Kennedy took a shaky breath. “My daughter was diagnosed with leukemia when she was just a little girl. The doctors said treatment would cost at least two hundred thousand dollars, and that was only if they could find a marrow match. I worked in a textile mill, and my husband was a truck driver. Together we made about a thousand a month. Two hundred thousand was an impossible sum. We could only watch as our daughter got sicker every day.”
“Then my husband ran into an old friend from his hometown, Lucas Charles. Lucas told him his sister’s boyfriend was incredibly wealthy, that two hundred thousand was nothing to him. He offered to help us, and we were so grateful. But nothing in this world is free. Lucas told Oliver he needed him to do something for him first.”

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