I repeated this for three nights, and on the fourth day Logan met me in a grocery store parking lot and handed me a lab report.
In bold letters the word arsenic appeared, and the report explained that the concentration was low but cumulative and could cause organ failure over months.
I felt betrayal more sharply than fear, and together we contacted a former police officer named Thomas Greene, who had been a friend of my late husband.
Thomas agreed to follow Vanessa discreetly, and within a week he brought us photographs of her meeting a man in a rundown neighborhood and exchanging cash for a small package.
He also provided a recording in which Vanessa said, “When I collect that old woman’s insurance money, all of this will finally be over.”
We still needed proof of what had happened on the yacht, and Logan remembered that his friend Brian Collins had hired a drone to record the party.
We met with Brian, who searched through old hard drives until he found aerial footage showing two figures arguing on the deck and Vanessa pushing Logan into the water before calmly returning to the party.