Chapter 3 - The Video Plays
A sharp gasp echoed through the church as Clara's voice suddenly blasted from the phone's high-definition speaker.
The video footage was crisp, showing the kitchen of their Great Falls estate recorded just forty-eight hours before Clara's fatal crash.
"If anything happens to me, look at the quarterly financial reports," Clara’s voice recorded clearly on the speaker.
On screen, Evelyn was seen surreptitiously slipping a clear liquid dropper into Clara's morning tumbler of organic orange juice.
Evelyn backed away toward the altar, her face draining of color until she looked like a ghost against the white funeral lilies.
"That video is a fabricated digital forgery!" Evelyn shouted, her voice echoing frantically off the vaulted ceiling.
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Julian held the phone higher so the officers could see the digital timestamp embedded into the video metadata.
"The recording is verified by cloud cloud-storage servers, Mom," Julian stated, his tone dripping with quiet venom.
