Every time my brother-in-law drove me home, I would lose consciousness and wake up with unexplained aches and pains. My husband would only laugh and say, “You’re just out of shape, that’s all.” After the fourth ride, I secretly slipped a voice recorder into my purse and said nothing. That night, I listened to a phone conversation between the two of them that revealed my blackouts had never been accidental.

Those objections were preserved in electronic communications, even though someone had tried to delete parts of the conversation.

Not everyone had gone along with the plan.

That mattered to me.

For weeks I had pictured an entire building full of people calmly accepting what was being done.

The record was more complicated: some had looked away, some had made excuses, some had raised objections, and a few had finally helped investigators.

Vanessa’s attorney issued a statement denying that she knowingly participated in a crime.

Julian’s attorneys denied the allegations against him and said the documents were being taken out of context.