Chapter 6 - Our Doorbell Camera Kept Everything
The next morning, Detective Maya Reynolds asked about cameras.
Carter said our kitchen had none.
True.
But the front doorbell camera recorded audio from the foyer.
So did the smart speaker near the kitchen doorway.
Carter had installed both himself.
The cloud account was in both our names.
Investigators preserved the recordings through appropriate legal
process.
The audio was ugly.
Carter yelling when I entered.
The slap itself was not visible from the doorbell angle, but the sound
was followed by my body striking the wall.
Later came Eleanor’s voice.
“A lazy mother raises a lazy child.”
Then my cry from the kitchen.
“My baby…”
Carter:
“Don’t start with your dramatic bullshit.”
Then the sound of my phone hitting the floor.
Then:
“My uncle is a senior prosecutor.”
Carter had bragged about his protection into his own recording system.
But another clip mattered even more.
Two nights earlier, Eleanor had asked:
“How much longer are you going to let her work before the baby comes?”
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Carter answered:
“Until she finally breaks.”
