Chapter 8 - DR. VOSS IS MISSINGHis clinic was closed.
Phone off.
Home empty.
Vehicle missing.
Passport activity showed no departure from the country.
Harrison hated running men.
They knew people would search.
More importantly, running made everyone look guilty—even when the reason might be panic.
Elias coordinated with civilian authorities.
Harrison did not use military resources improperly.
That mattered.
He had power.
This was his daughter.
Those two facts made restraint essential.
They found Voss thirty-six hours later at a fishing cabin in West Virginia owned by his brother Bennett.
He surrendered.
His attorney arrived immediately.
Harrison was not allowed inside the formal interview.
Good.
He watched portions later.
Voss admitted giving Amelia medication.
He claimed it was medically appropriate for acute anxiety and a rapid heart rate.
“Why is there no prescription?”
“Emergency judgment.”
“Why no ambulance?”
“I believed she was having a panic-related episode.”
“Then she collapsed.”
“Yes.”
“Why still no ambulance?”
Voss stopped.
This was the breaking point.
He said Amelia lost consciousness.
Julian panicked.
Leonard asked if calling an ambulance would create “complications.”
Voss claimed he then checked Amelia and found no pulse.
“What about the baby?”
Voss began crying.
“I should have called.”
“Why didn’t you?”
Silence.
“Because Julian said it was too late.”
The investigator stared.
“You’re a doctor.”
“Yes.”
“He’s not.”
“I know.”
“Then why listen?”
Voss looked broken.
“Because if emergency physicians examined her, they would ask what I gave her.”
There.
Self-protection.
He was afraid of scrutiny.
Not necessarily murder.
Then:
“Why was the dose higher than expected?”
Voss’s face changed.
“I gave one tablet.”
“How much?”
He answered.
Toxicology suggested more.
Voss insisted:
“I did not give her that much.”
“Then where did the rest come from?”
“I don’t know.”
Investigators asked about Cresthaven.
Voss stopped cooperating.
Lawyer ended session.
But Harrison had learned something.
Voss may have acted negligently.
He may have helped cover up.
He may have participated in fraud.
But he claimed he did not intend Amelia’s death.
If toxicology truly exceeded what he admitted giving, then someone else may have added more.
Harrison returned to Amelia’s flash drive.
Bigger than Julian.
Perhaps not bigger in number.
Bigger in structure.
Fraud gave several people motive.
But killing Amelia risked exposing everything.
Who was desperate enough?
Then Elias found security footage from the kitchen.
The day Amelia died.
At 6:12 p.m., Leonard Sloane entered the butler’s pantry carrying a small white pharmacy envelope.
At 6:16, Dr. Voss arrived through the side entrance.
At 6:20, Leonard handed him the envelope.
Voss later claimed it contained Amelia’s recent blood-pressure readings.
Investigators recovered no paperwork.
At 6:43, Leonard returned to the pantry alone.
He opened a drawer.
Placed something inside.
At 7:02, Nora entered and carried a tray upstairs.
Water.
Tea.
Glass.
Harrison watched.
Someone had access to Amelia’s drink before Nora carried it.
The footage did not show what was inside the glass.
But Leonard was now connected to both the financial fraud and the medical timeline.
Harrison looked at Elias.
“Bring me every financial record Leonard Sloane has touched in five years.”
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The estate administrator had spent years standing quietly behind the family.
Perhaps too quietly.
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