Detective: Mr. Vance, I'm Detective Miller with the county sheriff's department. You called about an incident at your residence?
David: Thank you for coming so quickly, Detective. My daughter just gave me a statement about how she fell from the balcony today.
Detective: The initial report from the squad on scene listed it as an accidental fall during play.
David: It wasn't an accident. My stepwife, Clara, deliberately pushed my ten-year-old daughter off that railing to cover up financial theft.
Detective: That is a very severe allegation, Mr. Vance. Do you have physical proof beyond your daughter's statement?
David: I am going back to my house right now with my lawyer. I want police officers present while I search the residence.
Detective: If you are the legal homeowner, you have every right to inspect your property. I will dispatch two uniformed officers to escort you.
David drove back to his gated neighborhood with a pit of rage burning in his chest. When he pulled into the long circular driveway, he noticed Clara's luxury sedan was still parked near the garage, but the lights inside the foyer were turned off.
Officer: Stand behind us, Mr. Vance, until we secure the entryway.
David: The front door is unlocked.
Officer: Police department! Is anyone inside the house?
Clara appeared at the top of the grand staircase, wearing dark leggings and a jacket, holding a large leather travel bag in her right hand.
Clara: David? What are these police officers doing here?
David: Where are you going with that bag, Clara?
Clara: I... I was just going to stay at a hotel for the night! You were so angry with me, David, I didn't feel safe in this house!
David: Put the bag down on the landing floor right now.
Clara: You have no right to order me around! I am your wife!
Officer: Ma'am, please step away from the bag and come down the stairs with your hands where we can see them.
Clara: This is insane! My stepdaughter falls by accident, and you treat me like a suspect?
David: Maya woke up, Clara. She told me everything. She told me about the gold key, the red folder, and your phone call with Mark.
Clara's face instantly went pale, her lips trembling as she clutched the leather bag tighter to her side.
Clara: She's a child! She's making things up to get attention because she hates that you married me!
David: Officer, check that bag. And check the hidden nanny camera installed inside the framed painting right above her head.
Clara: What... what camera?
David: The high-definition security camera I installed inside the flag painting three months ago after money started going missing from the master safe.
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