Chapter 7 - The Perfect Victim

"So now I assaulted myself, forged my own records, and hired a man to erase the evidence?" Emily asked.
Raymond didn't answer. He was reading Jonah Price's messages. None came from a named contact; they used numbers that disappeared after each exchange. Someone had prepared a story before the crime.
"That's not a defense," Emily said. "That's a script."
"And scripts fall apart when witnesses refuse to read them," Rebecca replied. She had returned with fresh blankets and a stubborn set to her chin. "I'm not changing one word."
Miles found a second path into the elevator footage. The equipment vendor sent short diagnostic clips to a separate service server whenever its recorder was disconnected. Most were useless pictures of empty doors. One clip caught the assault from the opposite angle.
On the screen, Preston's dark sleeve shifted. He glanced at the nurses' desk, then nodded at Vanessa. Emily braced against the railing even before the heel connected, as though she'd seen trouble coming and had nowhere to go.
"That will matter," Ava said. "Preserve the file, its timestamps, and every access log. No edits."
"Already started," Miles answered.
A detective named Morales arrived and separately interviewed Rebecca, Emily, and the security officers. Emily kept her answers short. She didn't embellish. She didn't need to.
Then her phone rang from a blocked number. She declined it. The caller left a voicemail.
"This is your husband," Preston said with a calm that was worse than a threat. "You're exhausted. You're confused. If you keep listening to Raymond, people might wonder whether you're fit to make decisions for our child."
Emily played the recording for the detective.
Morales wrote something in her notebook. "Keep everything he sends you."
"He's the baby's father," Emily said.
"That doesn't give him the right to frighten you."
A notification appeared on Rebecca's tablet. It was a transport request, authorized by an electronic power of attorney. A private ambulance was coming for Emily at once.
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The request included a scanned signature, supposedly hers.
And the ambulance had already arrived at the third-floor elevators.