At 9:02, the front door didn’t just knock. It shuddered under heavy, rhythmic pounding.

“Police! Open up!”

On the screen, David frowned, stood, tied his robe, and ambled to the foyer. The camera caught him opening the door. Five LAPD officers in tactical vests flooded the entryway.

“What’s going on?” David stammered, stepping back, his arrogance evaporating.

“Barbara Lin?” the lead detective said, ignoring him and stepping into the living room.

Barbara stood, clutching her robe, her face pale. “I — yes? Can I help you, officers?”