“And here. This one tells Maya not to mention the payments to David because ‘he is under pressure supporting Eleanor.’”
David’s gaze sharpened.
“How would Marisol know that?”
“She might not,” Daniel said.
Maya stared at the screen.
“Your mother knew.”
No one spoke.
A soft knock came at the door.
Lena Morales returned, accompanied by a uniformed police officer.
The officer introduced himself as Officer Grant. He was middle-aged, with a calm voice and snow melting on the shoulders of his jacket.
“I understand this has been a difficult night,” he said. “I’m here to document what happened at the apartment. This is not an interrogation.”
David glanced at Maya.
She nodded.
For the next forty minutes, they described the condition of the apartment, the missing food, the formula, the thermostat, and the security footage.
Officer Grant watched the saved recordings without comment.
When the video ended, he removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
