Chapter 9 - The Wiretap

The investigators didn't consider Dr. Lorne's statements as sufficient proof of forgery. Through legal channels, they subpoenaed the original file, the electronic transmission logs, the invoices, and the consulting contract.
The text of the declaration had been added after Lorne signed the verification sheet. Lorne admitted his practice had been negligent and irregular. He denied knowing Rebecca's name before the case hit the press.
The document reinforced suspicions about the Harlan family's methods. It didn't prove Trevor had personally altered it.
The police search of the marital home continued under the warrant regarding the assault, unauthorized surveillance, and possible economic crimes.
Behind the drywall near Emma's crib, technicians discovered a second recording device spliced into the house's electrical wiring. The one in the white noise machine had been in plain sight. The one in the wall was not.
It captured audio from the nursery, the hallway, and part of the living room.
Among the recovered files was the night of the assault. The audio began with Emma's cries. Trevor's voice sounded distant: "Make her shut up."
Rebecca answered: "She's hungry."
"She already ate."
"She's eighteen months old."
A cabinet slammed. Trevor accused Rebecca of staging the night to humiliate him. Rebecca denied it. He demanded her phone. She refused.
Then she said: "My dad is on his way."
The recording shifted the timeline. Trevor knew Richard was coming. His statement at the scene—claiming Rebecca had secretly orchestrated her father's arrival—was a lie.
The audio continued. Trevor said: "Did you call him?"
Rebecca said: "I need help understanding the line of credit."
"You need help obeying your husband."
Emma cried louder. Then came the sound of the slap.
The microphone picked up a sharp crack, the thud of Rebecca's body hitting the sofa, Emma's scream, and Trevor saying: "Look what you made me do."
Three knocks on the door were heard twenty-one seconds later.
The recording was damning evidence. It still had to be authenticated, entered into the record, and evaluated according to the law.
Trevor's lawyer argued the device could have been tampered with and that Rebecca knew it was there. Police forensic analysts found no immediate signs of editing, but the analysis continued.
Another file contained Malcolm's voice during a visit six months earlier. He and Trevor were in the nursery while Rebecca was downstairs.
Malcolm said: "The first kid ties her emotionally. The second ties her legally and physically. Don't waste that leverage."
Trevor replied: "I don't want to use another baby as leverage."
Malcolm laughed: "In a family, everything is leverage. Love just makes the grip more comfortable."
Rebecca stopped the recording. For a few seconds, she couldn't breathe. The baby inside her shifted under her hand.
Maya asked if she wanted to take a break. "I want to know if Trevor answered."
The file continued. Trevor said: "I'm not like you."
Malcolm answered: "Not yet."
And the recording ended.
That snippet complicated Rebecca's view. Trevor stood up to his father in one moment, yet applied the very same lessons later on. You could hate a pattern and still end up repeating it.
Investigators found another object behind Emma's crib: a sealed envelope addressed to Trevor. Inside was a letter from Marianne dated two years earlier:
I saw you scare Rebecca at Christmas. Your father was proud. I saw it on his face. You still have time to stop. Don't make your children learn the silence I taught you.
Trevor had kept the letter. He hadn't destroyed it. He hadn't listened to it.
At the bottom, Trevor had handwritten: SHE WILL LEAVE IF I LET HER SEE ME WEAK.
Rebecca felt a strange, agonizing clarity. Trevor didn't become violent out of a lack of awareness. He became violent to protect himself from shame.
That explanation belonged in therapy. It did not serve as a legal defense.
Later that same night, Marianne called Maya. She wanted to cooperate again. Malcolm had noticed the brass key was missing. He had threatened to initiate legal guardianship proceedings against her, claiming cognitive decline.
"He's doing to me exactly what Trevor is doing to Rebecca," Marianne said.
May you like
Maya asked where she was. Marianne whispered an address. Then the call dropped.
The police arrived at the location twenty minutes later. The room was empty. Marianne's leather handbag lay on the bed. The brass key was gone.