Chapter 6 - The Trial of Public Opinion

"Thirty minutes?" I pulled out my phone and held up the time-stamped surveillance footage provided by the building supervisor. "The security log recorded your vehicle entry at 1:47 PM. I forced open the door with officers at 6:52 PM. That is five hours and five minutes."

Claire lunged forward to grab the phone, but my brother-in-law unexpectedly grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. His voice was trembling with rage: "Claire... sit down. You're done."