Patricia narrowed her eyes, obviously suspicious.
“Who are you calling on that phone, Rachel?” she asked.
“I am not calling anyone,” I replied, lifting the screen so they could clearly see the recording application.
I angled the display toward them, revealing the timestamp proving it had been recording from the exact second I stepped into the room.
Every threat, every lie, and every confession they had made was preserved in crystal-clear high definition.
Nicholas’s face lost every trace of color, his jaw falling open in stunned disbelief as he understood what had happened.
Gregory muttered a curse beneath his breath, his eyes flicking nervously toward the doorway as though searching for an escape.
Patricia regained her composure, although her voice now sounded fragile and desperate.
“You recorded us without our permission in a private room,” she snapped.
“The laws in this state only require one party to consent, and I was the one who consented to record this conversation,” I said.
