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“Why would they hide a camera in the wall?”

“I don’t think the motel did it on their own. I think it was his.”

“Of course!” Troy’s having an epiphany, and his excitement makes me a little uncomfortable. “This will have recorded the murder! He was recording whatever meetings he was having with the plaintiffs, trying to catch them bullying him or whatever! We’ve got to get that footage, Glenda.”

I don’t respond right away. He’s naïve, this is going to be hard. His dad wasn’t conducting some kind of righteous espionage to protect his good name. It’s only intuition telling me so, but intuition is more than enough.

I wonder if maybe it’s not fate, if reality is shaped by what I believe. If so, I’m horrible for not believing what this kid wants reality to be.

“I have an idea.” I confess. “Did your father leave a will?”


“Can I borrow it?”


“I think I can get the company that’s storing these videos to give us his username and password if I can make a convincing forgery. For that, I’d need to be able to see the real deal.”

“Oh. Brilliant! I’ll get that to you as soon as possible.”

I pause for a moment. Is it really prudent to say it?

“Say... your dad wasn’t all that old, was he? If he had a will ready, doesn’t that suggest he knew the end was coming?”

“Lots of people prepare early. I guess the fact he had life insurance is supposed to be more proof?” He retorts defensively.

“No, those are voided by suicides. If he wanted to go that route, he’d have made it look more accidental.”

“Look, I didn’t hire you to convince me to accept the cops’ story.”

He hasn’t hired me at all, no money changed hands.

“That’s not what I’m doing. I’m suggesting that maybe it’s wise to hope for the best but prepare for the worst.”

This seemed to disarm him a bit.

“You’re right, we don’t know what’s on those videos yet. Sorry, I didn’t consider the idea you were looking out for me. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. So, get me that will, then I’ll head on down to the offices of vidjavault-dot-com.”

“Tell me that’s not the real name of the place.”

“I could, but it would be a lie.”

“I wish I could say that I can’t believe they’re local.”

The End

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