The officers began clearing the house. Guests whispered, gathered their things, and looked at Madison with the quiet frustration of people realizing they had been invited into someone else’s home without permission. The bartender packed up quickly. The caterers asked who would cover cancellation and cleanup costs. Madison’s boss stood near the door, his expression shifting from confusion to professional concern.
Then one of the officers stepped into the living room and called out, “Who authorized the removal of the hallway camera?”
My breath caught.
On the feed, Madison went pale.
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