My breathing changed.
“What kind of card?”
“One that plays videos.”
I felt the room grow cold.
Chloe glanced toward the guards again.
“We watched it on Aunt Leah’s computer.”
I leaned forward.
“What was on it?”
Her lower lip trembled.
“The police man from your trial.”
I stopped breathing.
Chloe whispered the next sentence directly into my ear.
“He said they were going to blame you for Mr. Arthur’s murder, even though they knew you didn’t do it.”
For the first time in five years, I smiled.
Not because I was happy.
But because I suddenly understood that Arthur Bell had left behind something the people who killed him had never found.
I looked at my daughter.
“Chloe, where is that card now?”
She pointed toward the canvas bag beside Nina Alvarez.
Then she whispered one final detail.
“Mommy, the man on the video said the prosecutor was helping him.”
