The Videographer's Last Clip
Chapter 07 - The Videographer's Last Clip
Jonah arrived that afternoon carrying an external drive. "I found something else," he said.
The ballroom cameras had captured Daniel speaking with Teresa and Celeste forty minutes before the ceremony. We watched the footage in Miriam's office. The audio from the venue's event microphone was intermittent, but enough could be heard to identify their voices.
Teresa said the lender wanted a signature that evening. Daniel replied that Audrey would sign if the ceremony went smoothly. Celeste said she could "make things messy" if I refused. Then, in a voice that made my skin crawl, Daniel answered, "Keep the guests watching her, not the paperwork."
Mom gripped my hand.
"This is why she dumped chocolate on me," I whispered.
"It is strong evidence that they discussed a distraction," Miriam said. "We should preserve the full recordings and their provenance."
Then Jonah played a final clip, captured near the service corridor after the cake incident. Daniel was on the phone.
"The bride's lost her nerve," he said. "We need another route."
A pause.
"Then use the debt. She'll have to sell eventually."
I watched my almost-husband pacing beneath the exit sign. I'd shared secrets with him, trusted him with family paperwork, and planned to build a home together. He had looked at my father's greenhouse and seen leverage.
"Who was on the phone?" I asked.
"We don't know," Miriam said. "But the call records may become relevant."
Jonah unplugged the drive. He looked troubled.
"I should tell you something," he said. "Two months ago, I overheard Daniel asking about the minimum amount needed to trigger a loan default. I thought he was helping the conservatory refinance."
I studied him. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I didn't understand. And because he told me not to worry."
I recognized the answer too well.
"I'm sorry," he said.
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"You came forward when you understood," I replied.
Mom looked from one of us to the other, then nodded. We couldn't undo our earlier mistakes, but we could stop repeating them.
