Chapter 7 - THE RECORDING EMMA MADE BY ACCIDENT
The strongest evidence came from my daughter.
And I hated that.
Emma had a small tablet.
She loved making videos.
Most were eight-year-old chaos.
Our dog sleeping.
Her cereal.
Clouds.
A stuffed unicorn explaining mathematics incorrectly.
Then police found one recording from the afternoon of my crash.
Emma had propped the tablet against the porch railing while filming herself drawing.
The camera faced the driveway.
Caleb entered the frame.
He believed nobody was watching.
He opened my hood.
Moved around the vehicle.
Then crouched beside the driver's side.
The video did not show exactly what he altered.
But it proved he worked on the car.
Then his phone rang.
The tablet recorded his voice.
“Yes.”
Pause.
“No, she leaves before six.”
Another pause.
Then:
“If this works, we're done.”
I couldn't watch the rest.
Detective Ortiz did.
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Caleb had not merely lied.
He had planned.
