Chapter 2 - The Red LightThree months earlier, my father had installed a new security system inside the Harrington estate.
His company supplied industrial-grade surveillance equipment to luxury properties throughout Arizona.
Melissa Harrington had demanded the system because, as she put it, "People become careless when they think nobody is watching."
I remembered those words now.
Nobody is watching.
Except someone was.
David stared at me through the glass.
"You're telling me the kitchen was recorded?"
"Every second."
His exhaustion disappeared.
"Where?"
"There's a secondary cloud server."
"Police didn't mention it."
"They wouldn't."
"Why?"
"Because the primary terminal was disabled."
David frowned.
"But the backup?"
"Still active."
I swallowed.
"My phone is in Evidence Bag #402."
David immediately stood.
"What is the password?"
"My grandmother's maiden name."
Twenty minutes later, he returned carrying a tablet.
His face had changed.
The defeated attorney who had entered the room was gone.
What stood before me now was a lawyer who had just discovered the weapon that could destroy an entire empire.
He pressed play.
The screen lit up.
There was the Harrington kitchen.
There was Brooklyn.
There was the soup.
There was Melissa smiling behind her wine glass.
And then there was Callan.
His voice exploded through the speakers.
"I said apologize!"
His hand struck my face.
CRACK.
David froze.
The video continued.
Callan reached toward me again.
His sleeve caught the handle of the pan.
The oil tipped.
Onto him.
Not me.
David slowly lowered the tablet.
"My God."
I looked at him.
"Now you understand."
He nodded.
"This isn't your case anymore."
May you like
His voice hardened.
"It's theirs."
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