That’s checkmate.

Send me the file.

Tonight I walk this whole package into the Major Crimes Division, and tomorrow that house wakes up to a very different morning.”

I had installed those cameras a year earlier for a reason I had never said out loud to anyone, including myself.

Officially it was for security — a woman living in a house with two people who frightened her, wanting a record.

But the truer reason, the one I only admitted much later, was that some part of me had already known where this was heading, the same part that would draft the divorce petition six months on, and had wanted a witness.