“It appears the bank has complied with our request,” Sterling said. “The funds you siphoned have been returned. Your credit cards frozen. Your car rental canceled.”
Eloise grabbed the phone, reading frantically. “No, that’s my money—”
“It was never yours,” Grandma said. “You were rats in my barn. I let you nibble for a while. But rats attract more rats. Now I’ve called the exterminator.”
Malik collapsed to his knees. “We’re family. You’re my grandmother.”
“You tried to poison me. You starved me. You let your mother kick my wheelchair. You planned my slow death over cigarettes and cheap perfume.”
Her voice didn’t rise. “You did that deliberately. Carefully. That is not family. That is predator and prey.”
Eloise crawled toward Grandma. “Mother, please—”
Grandma pulled her leg back. “Where was that love when you spat in my food? When you told me to hurry up and die?”
“I do not have a daughter-in-law named Eloise. I do not have a grandson named Malik. Those people died the day they decided to kill me slowly.”
Malik panicked. He pointed at Tanisha. “It was her! She made me do it!”
“You lying bastard!” Tanisha snapped. “You’re the one who bought those pills! You crushed them up and put them in her tea!”
Sterling nodded once. “That’s sufficient.” He pressed a button on a small device. “Your confession has been recorded.”
He turned toward the side door. “Officer?”
Three uniformed police officers stepped into the room.
They had been waiting the whole time.
“Malik Pendleton? You are under arrest for attempted murder, elder abuse, embezzlement, and possession of illegal controlled substances.”
Within minutes, all three were in handcuffs.
Malik tried to lunge at me. A bodyguard shoved him back.
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