“That’s why tonight happened,” Maria said, and she told him the last of it.

Three weeks of watching, of gathering, of copying what she found — and then, that evening, while the household believed she had gone home, she had confronted Vanessa directly.

She had told Vanessa that she knew everything, that she had the records, and that she intended to turn all of it over to the authorities.

Vanessa had tried to take her phone, where the photographs of the evidence were stored.

Maria had refused to give it up.