Chapter 8 - The hidden recorder
Emily’s necklace contained more than the hospital recording.
Nearly six hours.
She had activated it before the final confrontation at the estate.
Most audio was ordinary.
Doors.
Footsteps.
Crying.
Then Ethan.
“Sign it.”
Emily:
“No.”
Ethan:
“You don’t even know what it is.”
“Then explain it.”
Silence.
Brandon entered.
His voice was colder.
“Your mother caused enough trouble for this family twenty years ago.”
My spine went rigid.
Emily asked:
“What does my mother have to do with anything?”
Brandon laughed.
“Everything.”
Then Margaret’s voice:
“Stop.”
Brandon ignored her.
“If Victoria had learned how to leave things alone, William wouldn’t have spent his whole life cleaning up after her investigation.”
Emily:
“My mom did her job.”
Then a sound.
A slap?
A door?
Impossible to know from audio alone.
Emily cried out.
Ethan said:
“Don’t make this worse.”
Then Margaret said something almost inaudible.
“Brandon, this is what your father warned me about.”
Silence.
“What?”
“You enjoy it.”
The room on the recording became quiet.
Margaret continued:
“You don’t care about the money anymore.”
That mattered.
Brandon wasn’t just following financial motives.
Control had become personal.
Then another male voice appeared.
Not Ethan.
Not Brandon.
Older.
“Get her signature and destroy the recorder if she has one.”
Everyone listening stopped.
Reed replayed it.
Margaret’s face changed.
She knew the voice.
So did Thomas Hale.
“Leonard Graves.”
Who?
Former federal prosecutor.
Now one of the Prescott family’s most powerful private attorneys.
A man who had worked on the original investigation twenty years earlier.
On the government side.
He had prosecuted parts of the Prescott case.
Then resigned unexpectedly.
And apparently spent the next two decades working quietly for the family he once investigated.
That was the betrayal inside the Prescott file.
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Someone had not merely buried the case.
Someone inside the investigation had crossed sides.
