Chapter 9 - The Doorbell Camera
Rachel looked at Patricia with a look of supreme contempt. "You really think we relied solely on Abigail's testimony?"
Rachel reached out her hand, and Major Vance, who had just stepped into the room, handed her a small tablet device. Rachel tapped the screen a few times and turned it around so Patricia, Nicholas, and Gregory could all see it clearly.
On the screen was high-definition video footage with clear audio.
It was the front hallway of Nicholas and Abigail’s home from the previous night. The footage showed Nicholas violently screaming at Abigail, grabbing her by her hair, and throwing her down the main staircase. It clearly captured Patricia standing in the background, watching cold-heartedly as Abigail lay unconscious at the bottom of the steps, saying, “Don’t call an ambulance yet. Get her phone and clear the safe first.”
Patricia’s face turned completely ghostly white. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
"The security system in that house," Rachel explained softly, each word like a drop of ice water, "was designed and installed by my husband before he died. It syncs automatically to a cloud server managed by military intelligence protocols. You thought you deleted the footage from the home router, didn't you, Nicholas?"
Nicholas stared at the tablet, his jaw slack, all the color drained from his skin. He had spent hours last night wiping the home computers, completely unaware that every second of his cruelty was being broadcast to a secure military server thousands of miles away.
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"Mrs. Patricia Ferguson," Agent Miller said, stepping forward with another pair of handcuffs. "You are under arrest for conspiracy, tampering with evidence, accessory to aggravated assault, and obstruction of justice."
👉 As the metal cuffs clicked around Patricia’s manicured wrists, she let out a piercing scream. "Gregory! Do something!"
