Chapter 10 - The Missing Hour.
Claire watched the video once.
Leah stopped her from watching it a second time.
"We send it to a forensic examiner."
"I need to know what they did to her."
"You need to know whether the file is authentic."
The distinction mattered.
By late afternoon, Leah had arranged a rapid review with a digital evidence specialist named Marcus Vale.
He did not promise miracles.
He promised timestamps, metadata, and patience.
Within two hours, he found the first crack.
The submitted video was six minutes and twelve seconds long.
Its internal creation history showed that it had been exported from a longer file.
"Exported means edited?" Claire asked.
"It means processed."
"Can you prove what was removed?"
"Not from this copy."
Claire clenched her jaw.
Marcus enlarged the first frame.
A digital clock was visible on a shelf behind Sophie.
2:41 p.m.
He enlarged the final frame.
The clock read 3:19 p.m.
Thirty-eight minutes had passed during a six-minute video.
Leah leaned forward.
"There are gaps."
Marcus nodded.
"A lot of them."
The video showed Eleanor asking soft questions.
"Does Mommy get angry?"
Sophie nodded.
"Does Mommy hit?"
The footage jumped.
Sophie cried harder.
Another jump.
Then came the sentence.
"Mommy hit me too."
Marcus froze the image.
"Watch her eyes."
Claire did.
Sophie was not looking at Eleanor.
She was looking slightly left of the camera.
At someone else.
"Who is there?"
Marcus could not answer.
But he found another detail.
A silver watch reflected in the glass of a framed photograph behind Sophie.
Someone stood beside the camera.
Claire recognized the watch.
Adam wore it every day.
Her stomach twisted.
Leah called him immediately.
He denied being in the room when that line was recorded.
"I left the house at two-thirty."
"The reflection looks like your watch," Claire said.
"Then check the garage camera."
Claire almost laughed.
"The cameras you kept turning off?"
Adam went silent.
Then he said something unexpected.
"The security company keeps thirty days of access logs."
Marcus requested them under Leah's preservation notice.
The logs arrived just before midnight.
They showed Adam's code opening the garage at 2:34 p.m.
His car left two minutes later.
It did not return until 5:11.
The watch did not belong to Adam.
Claire felt relief for exactly one second.
Then Marcus identified another access event.
At 2:38 p.m., four minutes after Adam left, Eleanor's attorney, Nathan Cole, entered through the front door using a temporary guest code.
He left at 3:27.
The fake interview had been conducted with Eleanor's lawyer in the room.
Leah stared at the log.
"He helped create evidence for a case he later filed."
Marcus raised a cautioning hand.
"The log proves presence."
"Not conduct."
"Yet."
Claire looked at the timeline again.
2:34, Adam leaves.
2:38, Nathan enters.
2:41, the video begins.
3:19, the recorded session ends.
3:27, Nathan leaves.
Everything fit.
Then Marcus found another gap.
On the night of Eleanor's birthday, the dining room security camera ran continuously from 5:00 p.m. until 6:58.
It resumed at 8:06.
The confrontation occurred around 7:40.
The entire hour surrounding the incident was missing from the system archive.
"Who disabled it?" Leah asked.
Marcus checked the admin log.
ADAM.W.
Claire stared at the name.
Again.
She called him.
"Why did you turn off the dining room camera?"
Adam's answer came immediately.
"Mom told me the staff needed privacy while setting up."
"You believed that?"
"At the time."
"You keep having very convenient moments of stupidity."
Adam did not argue.
Then he said, "There may be another copy."
Claire sat straighter.
"Where?"
"Dad hated the cloud system."
"He installed a local backup recorder in the library cabinet."
"Does Eleanor know?"
"She thought he removed it."
Claire looked at Leah.
"Can you get it?"
Adam hesitated.
"If it's still there."
Claire heard a door close on his end.
Then his voice changed.
"Wait."
"What?"
"The cabinet is open."
A long pause followed.
"The recorder is gone."
Claire closed her eyes.
Then Adam spoke again.
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"But someone left the power cable."
"And there's blood on it."
