Dominic
I clicked on the audio file and waited for it to download. When the message from Arielle finished downloading as I rubbed the bridge of my nose, my jaw aching from how tight I was clenching it. I opened it, it was labeled with an exhibit number and today's date.
Arielle's message was short.
This was recorded in the office today. I’m not settling this out of court. If you plan on protecting your daughter, prepare your legal team. I'll want corroborating surveillance records, uncorrupted and unedited.
I stared at the screen for a second longer. I hesitated to listen to the audio, but instead scrolled thorugh the other file of screenshotted text messages, all dated today and detailing how Renee's badge stopped working after she'd had a conversation with Vivian. Tampered coffee,
