Chapter 4 - Detective Lena Ortiz Collects The Hidden Camera Footage
Detective Ortiz walked over to the exposed brick pillar near the laundry sink where our miniature pinhole camera was mounted.
She carefully slid the tiny micro-SD card out of its housing, placing it securely into an evidence bag.
“Every single second of that confession and the physical assault was captured in high-definition video, Vanessa,” Lena said.
Vanessa stopped struggling against the officers, her eyes widening in horror as she stared at the tiny black lens.
“You... you set me up? You pretended to be weak and senile just to trap me?” Vanessa whispered in disbelief.
“Thirty-four years auditing state fraud teaches you how to spot a predator, even when they share your last name,” I replied.
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Lena slipped the evidence pouch into her tactical vest pocket, signaling the deputies to escort the suspect outside.
Vanessa was hauled up the basement stairs, her protests fading into angry, muffled curses as the cold night air hit her.
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