“I installed a small security camera at the top of the stairs,” he continued. “If something happens to me, my lawyer has instructions.”
He placed a small black flash drive on the table.
“This contains the footage Lily sent to my office the night before she died.”
Jason stared at it like it might explode.
“She wanted the truth heard,” Mr. Hayes concluded. “And now it will be.”
Two weeks later, I sat in a cramped police station room with my parents, Mr. Hayes, and a detective. A laptop sat open in front of us.
