If Mara died, everything automatically transferred to her child.
Evan had discovered that recently.
“Did you save anything?” I asked.
She nodded weakly.
“Cloud folder.”
“Password?”
She smiled faintly.
“The name of our childhood treehouse.”
I almost laughed.
Instead, tears came.
Inside the folder was everything.
Photographs.
Threatening messages.
Medical records.
Bank transfers.
Then we found a recording.
The one recording that destroyed them both.
Celeste’s voice filled the room.
“You don’t need to kill her.”
My blood ran cold.
“Just scare her enough to sign. If the baby comes early, everyone will blame stress.”
Then Evan answered.
“And if she calls Lena?”
Celeste laughed.
“Then remind that little cop who owns half the city.”
They never saw Mara as a person.
They saw her as an asset.
Detectives obtained warrants immediately.
They searched Evan’s phone.
Celeste’s phone.
His office.
His computer.
Inside his office they discovered forged documents, fake medical releases, and a prepared statement claiming Mara suffered from mental instability.
Even then, Evan remained arrogant.
“My wife will recant.”
His attorney nodded.
“Without her testimony, this is noise.”
Then Sergeant Ruiz placed a tablet on the table.
The hidden footage began playing.
Everyone watched.
Evan’s voice echoed through the room.
“Sign it, or I swear you and that baby will never leave this house.”
Then the footage showed Celeste locking the bedroom door from the outside.
For the first time all night…
Evan stopped smiling.
Then I delivered the final piece.
My body camera footage.
It showed Evan grabbing my wrist and physically interfering with an emergency response.
He had assaulted a witness.
Obstructed aid.
Threatened a victim.
And recorded every bit of it himself.
