Mr. Reeves spoke smoothly, “The evidence is quite clear, Your Honor.”
Harold looked at me with a faint smile.
He thought he had already won.
When it was my turn, I stood up.
From my bag, I took out a transcript and a small drive, then handed them to the clerk.
“Your Honor,” I said, “I would like to submit an audio recording.”
The judge nodded.
“Go ahead.”
Harold froze.
He had underestimated me.
What he didn’t know was that I had hidden a small recorder inside a decorative book on our bedroom shelf. It had sat there unnoticed for years.
One evening, he and Laura stayed in the bedroom for nearly two hours. They had stopped being careful.
That was their mistake.
The recording played.
Harold’s voice filled the courtroom:
“I kept Jamie home on purpose.”
Laura replied, “My sister still has no idea, does she?”
