He Confessed the Whole Plan in the Car Driving Home — He Forgot My Late Father Had Installed a Dash Camera Years Ago

And then, through the roar of the storm, I heard voices above me on the trail.

Brandon was still up there.

And he was not alone.

The second voice belonged to Gretchen — the young woman he had introduced to me, months earlier, as his executive assistant.

“Is she really dead down there?” Gretchen’s voice carried down in a lull between gusts.

“Did you make sure?”