Former physician disappeared on Mount Rainier, four years on the revelation stunned everybody

Mrs. Henley, Morrison said carefully, Harrison’s story is falling apart quickly. Faced with the day planner evidence and your statement, he’s, well, he’s talking a lot. Charlotte’s hands clenched in her lap.

What is he saying? I’ll get the latest update. Officer Williams will stay with you. Morrison left, returning 15 minutes later with a grim expression and a thick folder.

Harrison broke down completely, she said, sitting back down. He’s confessed to Robert’s murder. The word hit Charlotte like a physical blow.

Murder, not missing, not suicide, not accident. Murder. Morrison opened the folder.

According to Harrison, he and two accomplices, men who worked at his practice, doing what he calls off the books jobs, met Robert at the trailhead that morning. They told Robert they wanted to discuss a resolution to their, quote, misunderstanding, said they could work things out privately. Robert believed them.

Apparently, he was wary but willing to listen. Harrison convinced him they just needed to talk away from potential eavesdroppers. They followed him up the trail for about an hour, getting him far from any witnesses.

Charlotte closed her eyes, picturing Robert hiking with those men, probably still hoping for a peaceful resolution. He’d always believed in people’s better nature. They stopped at a remote viewpoint, Morrison continued.

Harrison made one last attempt to buy Robert’s silence. When Robert refused and said he was going to the FBI that very afternoon, Harrison claims one of his accomplices pushed Robert. But given Harrison’s pattern of lies, we suspect he gave the order or did it himself.

How? The word came out as a whisper. It was a 200 foot drop onto rocks. Death would have been instantaneous.

Morrison’s voice softened. He wouldn’t have suffered, Mrs. Henley. Charlotte nodded, unable to speak.

Morrison gave her a moment before continuing. Harrison and his accomplices made it look like Robert had gone off trail on his own. They damaged the GPS device to prevent tracking through the backpack in the river.

They thought it would never be found. But why, Charlotte finally managed. What was worth killing for? Morrison pulled out another document.

This is where it gets complicated. Harrison has admitted to extensive insurance fraud over the past 15 years. He was billing for procedures never performed, sometimes on patients who had died months earlier.

The electronic records were altered to show treatments that never happened. Sarah mentioned he wouldn’t let anyone help with the patient transitions, Charlotte said slowly. He took all the files home.

He was covering his tracks. But that’s not all. Morrison’s expression darkened.

Harrison was also involved in illegal organ trafficking. He was accepting black market money for organ transplants, using his legitimate practice as a front. He had connections in major cities, a whole network of corruption.

Charlotte felt sick. The man who’d delivered Robert’s eulogy, who’d praised his integrity, had been running a criminal enterprise from behind his healer’s facade. Robert discovered discrepancies during his final weeks, Morrison explained.

Harrison got sloppy, or maybe Robert was just that thorough. Financial records that didn’t add up. Patient files that didn’t match billing.

Unusual deposits. Robert started investigating quietly, gathering evidence. The attorney, Charlotte said suddenly, he was consulting about whistleblower protections.

He was building a case. Harrison found out. He won’t say how, and tried to buy him off.

When that failed, he tried threats. Robert didn’t back down. An officer knocked and entered, speaking quietly to Morrison.

Charlotte watched the detective’s face change, a mix of satisfaction and sorrow. Mrs. Henley, Morrison said gently, based on Harrison’s confession about the exact location, we sent a helicopter to the cliff area. They’ve found, they’ve found remains…