Chapter 7 - The Video Evidence
Detective Hayes immediately gestured for Toby to connect his camera to her department laptop.
"I was hired by Aunt Marlene to take the 'official' high-res family photos," Toby explained, his voice trembling with a mix of adrenaline and fury. "She told me to stand on the opposite balcony to get the wide shots of the cake. But I brought my sports telephoto lens—it shoots thirty frames per second in uncompressed 4K."
He brought up the playback on the screen.
The sequence began. On the high-definition monitor, the dimming of the ballroom lights was rendered with crystal clarity through the high-end sensor.
"Slow it down right here," Hayes ordered.
Toby dialed the playback wheel back. Frame by frame, the truth was laid bare with undeniable, horrifying precision.
In frame 412, Aunt Marlene was shown turning her back to Grandma, discreetly slipping a heavy, weighted object from her designer clutch into the hand of Garrett, who was standing directly behind me. The object was dark, metallic, and wrapped in black leather—a classic weighted sap.
In frame 430, as Kendra began speaking into the microphone, Garrett took two deliberate steps forward into the camera's blind spot—or what he *thought* was a blind spot.
In frame 448, Garrett raised his right arm, bringing the weighted weapon down in a vicious, calculated arc straight into the back of my skull.
The camera caught the exact millisecond of impact. The deformation of my hair, the sudden slackening of my facial muscles as unconsciousness hit me instantly.
In frame 452, as I went limp, Kendra’s hands pressed into my back, shoving my unconscious body violently forward into the wooden dowels and the marble edge.
And then came the most damning frame of all.
Frame 480: While the room erupted in laughter, Garrett bent down under the pretext of checking on me, reached his fingers directly into my open suit coat pocket, and extracted the two black thumb drives. He held them up, exchanging a triumphant, smirking glance with Aunt Marlene, who was watching from the stage with a glass of champagne raised to her lips.
"My God," Grandma whispered, pressing a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with heartbreak and absolute revulsion. "They planned it. They executed it right in front of eighty people."
Detective Hayes stared at the screen, her jaw set like concrete. She pulled her radio from her shoulder strap.
"Dispatch, this is Hayes. I need three additional units to converge on the Morgan Estate at 1420 Highland Ridge. We have probable cause for felony aggravated battery, conspiracy to commit murder, and grand theft. Suspects are Marlene Morgan, Kendra Morgan, and Garrett Miller. Move now before they leave the premises."
"Wait," Grandma Evelyn commanded, raising her cane with imperial authority.
Detective Hayes paused, radio in hand. "Mrs. Morgan, these people are dangerous."
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"I know what they are," Grandma said, her hazel eyes blazing with a ferocious, icy calm. "And they are currently at my house, celebrating their victory and drinking my champagne. Do not raid them in the dark like common thieves. We are going to walk through the front door. And I want them to look into my eyes when the handcuffs go on."
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