Chapter 8 - Playing The Security Footage And Recorded Confession Outside
Vanessa crossed her arms defensively, attempting to salvage their crumbling bluff with arrogant bravado. "That restraining order is a temporary mistake! Our lawyer will overturn it by Monday morning!" she snapped.
I pressed a button on my smartphone, activating the outdoor weather-proof Bluetooth speaker mounted above the porch. The crisp, clear audio of Daniel’aba shouting his guilt filled the afternoon suburban air:
"We had to do it! You were being irrational... We needed security now!"
The recorded confession echoed loudly down the quiet street, causing neighbors working in nearby yards to pause and stare. Daniel’s face flushed a deep, burning crimson as he realized his own words were broadcasting his crimes.
"Did you enjoy hearing your own felony confession play out in stereo, Daniel?" I asked, looking him dead in the eye. Vanessa turned her head sharply toward her husband, her eyes narrowing with sudden panic and mistrust.
"You actually admitted to forgery on an open phone line, you absolute idiot?" Vanessa hissed at Daniel. "Shut up, Vanessa! This is all your fault because you forced me to rush the paperwork!" Daniel yelled back defensively.
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Watching them turn on each other like cornered rats brought a profound, cold satisfaction to my chest. "Get off my property before I have the sheriff's department haul you away in handcuffs," I ordered firmly.
They scrambled backward off the porch, stumbling over each other as they retreated in total disgrace.
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