Then she called David at 6:00 in the morning and said four words that would change everything. I believe her. I’m in. Jessica was young, but she was fierce. She had the kind of energy that comes from genuine outrage, the kind that refuses to accept injustice as just the way things are. “This case is a disaster,” Jessica said at their first meeting, spreading documents across the conference table. “The original investigation was sloppy at best, corrupt at worst. They had a suspect who fit their narrative, and they stopped looking.
They never investigated Diane’s relationship with Whitmore. They never questioned the forged documents. They never even verified that the so-called gambling debts existed. Can you prove I’m innocent? Margaret asked. Jessica hesitated. Proving innocence after 20 years is complicated. Evidence disappears. Witnesses die or forget. But what I can do is prove that your conviction was based on fraudulent evidence and perjured testimony. I can prove that Diane manufactured the entire case against you. And then what? Then we petition for exoneration.
We get your record cleared. And we build a civil case against Diane for fraud, theft, and conspiracy. Jessica leaned forward, her eyes blazing. Margaret, what your sister did to you isn’t just a betrayal. It’s a crime. Multiple crimes. And I’m going to make sure she answers for every single one of them. For the first time in 20 years, Margaret felt something she’d almost forgotten how to feel. hope. Jessica hired a private investigator named Marcus Cole, a former FBI agent who specialized in tracking people who didn’t want to be found.
He was expensive, but Jessica’s firm agreed to cover the cost as part of their pro bono commitment to Margaret’s case. Marcus started with the Arizona bank account David had found. From there, he traced a series of wire transfers, shell companies, and identity changes that painted a picture of someone who was very, very good at disappearing. “Your sister’s been busy,” Marcus reported after 2 weeks of investigation. “She’s used at least four different identities since 2006. Diana Wilson, Diane Mitchell, Diana Wells, and most recently, Diana Hartley.
She moves every few years, changes her name, her appearance, her history. She’s currently married to a man named Richard Hartley, retired surgeon, widowerower, net worth around $8 million. Margaret closed her eyes. Of course. Of course. Diane had found another mark, another victim, another person to manipulate and eventually destroy. Where is she? Scottsdale, Arizona. Gated community. Very exclusive. She’s been there for about 6 years. Marcus paused. There’s something else you should know. What? She’s sick. According to medical records, my contact was able to access.
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