CHAPTER 3 — THE PERFECT FRAME COLLAPSES
CHAPTER 3 — THE PERFECT FRAME COLLAPSES
The video played on a portable screen.
Clear. Sharp. Unedited.
The blonde woman shoving her first.
The pregnant woman losing balance.
Then—something worse.
The blonde woman whispering before the push:
“Make it look like an accident. No one will believe her anyway.”
Gasps filled the hallway.
The caretaker stepped back.
“I… I didn’t know…”
The blonde woman screamed, grabbing the detective’s arm.
“That’s not me! That’s edited! She planned this!”
The pregnant woman finally stood up completely.
Her voice was quiet.
“Do you know what I do for a living?”
No one answered.
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“I investigate financial fraud cases for internal affairs. This house has been under surveillance for three weeks.”
The blonde woman’s legs buckled.
