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.

PART 15

On a rainy Wednesday in November, Marcus asked to speak with investigators again.

His attorney negotiated the circumstances, and I was told only what I needed to know.

Marcus acknowledged aspects of the transport arrangement and provided records showing the dates he had collected me from work.

He also gave investigators access to messages that he said explained Julian’s role.

His statements would have to be corroborated, and cooperation did not erase his responsibility.