Within ten short minutes, three local police cruisers pulled up the long driveway.
Officers quickly placed Evelyn in custody while Arthur provided his detailed formal statement.
He handed over the confiscated smartphone as critical evidence of an organized crime plot.
The lead detective reviewed the text messages with a sharp and serious look.
Detective: This phone number belongs to a burner account purchased in downtown Portland.
Arthur: Someone paid her a fortune to sabotage my family and endanger my child.
Detective: We will trace every financial transaction linked to her bank accounts immediately.
Arthur took little Owen down to the living room where security guards stood watch.
He called his primary family lawyer, Richard, to inspect all recent trust documents.
Richard arrived at the mansion within forty minutes carrying thick legal leather folders.
They sat down in the study to compare signatures on the family trust amendments.
Richard: Look at this land transfer paper dated just three short weeks ago.
Arthur looked closely at the bold signature at the bottom of the legal page.
The handwriting looked almost identical to his own signature, yet slightly slanted sideways.
Arthur: I never signed any document transferring property rights to my brother Marcus!
Richard: Someone forged your name with incredible precision to steal the whole estate.
Arthur remembered seeing Marcus sitting alone in his study during the previous holiday weekend.
Marcus had insisted on organizing old family tax files while Arthur was visiting friends.
The terrible truth hit Arthur like a heavy blow directly to his chest.
His own stepbrother had hired Evelyn to fabricate an emergency situation inside the house.
They planned to declare Arthur unfit as a guardian to claim immediate full custody.
With custody secured, Marcus would control the entire fifty-million-dollar trust fund account completely.
Arthur: Where is Marcus right now according to the security gate guard log?
Richard: He signed in at the front entrance gate five minutes ago, sir.
Arthur stood up from his leather chair with intense cold determination in his eyes.
He walked out toward the grand entry foyer just as the front doors opened.
Marcus walked into the mansion wearing his expensive custom black wool overcoat outfit.
He smiled smoothly, totally unaware that Evelyn had already been arrested by police.
Marcus: Good evening, brother. Why are all these security guards standing around here?
Arthur: The game is completely over, Marcus. Step inside my study right now.
Marcus hesitated for a second as he noticed the serious tone in Arthur's voice.
He slowly followed Arthur into the room while pulling off his dark leather gloves.
The trap was set, and Marcus had walked straight into the center of it.