Chapter 6 - The Recorded Confession
Emma gasped in horror at her husband's arrogant outburst. "Mark, shut up! Don't tell her that!"
"Why shouldn't I?" Mark sneered, stepping closer to Evelyn until he was just inches from her face. "What is she going to do? She’s an old woman with no proof, no lawyers, and no money. Marcus hid Arthur’s body deep in the old pine woods four decades ago. The police closed that case before I was even born! You have nothing, Evelyn!"
Evelyn didn't flinch. She didn't scream, she didn't cry, and she didn't back down. Instead, a slow, icy smile spread across her face—a smile that caused Mark’s arrogant confidence to falter for the briefest moment.
"I may not have had proof five minutes ago, Mark," Evelyn said softly, her voice steady as steel. "But I certainly have it now."
Evelyn reached into the pocket of her beige trench coat and pulled out her smartphone.
The screen was glowing brightly, displaying an active, high-definition video recording that had been running continuously since she first stepped foot inside the garage. The red darkroom light had provided the perfect illumination, capturing Mark’s face, his voice, his explicit confession to grand theft, and his admission regarding his grandfather's involvement in Arthur Vance's murder.
Mark’s face drained of every drop of color. "Give me that phone!" he roared, lunging forward with his arm outstretched to grab the device.
Before his fingers could touch the glass, five-year-old Noah stepped forward from behind the tool rack, swinging his blue backpack with all his strength and striking Mark hard across the shin.
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Mark stumbled backward, tripping over the metal cleaning bucket near the door and crashing heavily onto the cold, wet concrete.
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