Chapter 7 - THE SECRET CALL LOG
Back at Chicago Memorial Hospital, Noah clutched his mother's phone tightly as nurses wheeled her toward trauma surgery.
"You need to wait in the family lobby, young man," a nurse gently instructed, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Noah shook his head stubbornly, darting down the brightly lit corridor toward the private waiting room.
He sat down in the corner chair, sliding his thumb across the smartphone screen to open the recent call logs.
The screen illuminated his tear-streaked face, revealing a chilling piece of digital evidence.
Three minutes before the SUV struck Vanessa outside the office building, an outgoing call had been placed to David's direct office line.
And the duration of that call was exactly four minutes and twenty seconds.
Noah covered his mouth with his hand to suppress a sob, realizing his father had been listening to the entire murder attempt live.
The waiting room doors hissed open, and Detective Miller walked in, holding a notepad and a sealed evidence bag.
"Noah, right?" Detective Miller asked softly, pulling up a chair and sitting across from the grieving boy. "Your mother's in surgery. Can you tell me what you saw?"
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Noah looked up at the detective, his eyes blazing with a sudden, fierce maturity far beyond his nine years.
"My dad did this," Noah said clearly, sliding the phone across the table toward the detective. "And I have the proof."
