Arthur: "Julian, are you sure about this? Accusing your wife of attempted murder is a massive public scandal."
Julian: "I don't care about the scandal, Arthur! She threw my seven-month-old son off the second-story landing!"
Arthur: "Do you have proof? In court, it's her word against your maid's word."
Julian: "I have four-K security cameras hidden inside the moulding of every single room in this mansion. My former head of security installed them before he retired."
Arthur Vance, the family's senior legal counselor, let out a low whistle over the speakerphone.
Arthur: "Does Chloe know about those cameras?"
Julian: "She had no idea. She thought the system was turned off during the interior remodeling last month."
Arthur: "Send me the video file immediately. If the footage clearly shows her throwing the child, I can have a felony warrant issued within the hour."
Julian pulled up his tablet, entering his master security passcode. He brought up the foyer camera feed from ten minutes prior, fast-forwarding to the exact moment Chloe stood on the upper landing holding the infant.
Elena: "Oh God... look at her face on the screen, Mr. Vance."
On the high-definition display, Chloe's expression was clear as day. There was no accidental slipping, no loss of balance. She deliberately wound up her arms and tossed the infant forward into the empty air over the banister, smiling as she did it.
Julian: "Look at that monster... She laughed as he fell!"
Elena: "It's right there, plain as day. She can never deny it now."
Julian: "Arthur, I'm uploading the file to your secure server right now. Call the Dallas Police Department. Tell them to send a squad unit to the St. Regis Hotel downtown."
Arthur: "Why the St. Regis?"
Julian: "Because that's where her secret lover lives—the same shady hedge-fund manager she's been funneling my company money to for the past three months!"
Elena: "Mr. Vance, she was stealing money too?!"
Julian: "My forensic accountant flagged three unauthorized wire transfers yesterday morning. I was going to confront her about it tonight, but I never dreamed she would try to kill my son to speed up her timeline!"
Elena: "What if she tries to leave the country?"
Julian: "Her private jet access was revoked five minutes ago. She isn't going anywhere except a Texas state prison."