"We also have footage," the investigator continued. Same voice. Same pace. The rhythm of someone reading from a document they had written carefully and were now delivering completely.
"From the study. The estate's security system is an older model, not the kind anyone thinks to check because it stores locally rather than remotely. But it stores." He paused.
"We have you at the tea tray. We have what your hand does at the tea tray. We have the duration. We have you leaving." He looked across the table. "We have all of it."
The lawyer's hand moved immediately to Leo's arm.
"My client will not be responding to any of this." Confident. Well-dressed confidence.
The confidence of a man who had won difficult cases before and believed, with the particular professional certainty of the expensive, that winning was a function of skill applied correctly to the available evidence and that he was in possession of sufficient skill to make this workable.
The investigator nodded.
