“Courts can be persuaded.”
Julian moved closer to the doorway.
“Usted forjó comunicaciones. Manipulaste los registros médicos. Usted cometió fraude”.
Martin appeared almost entertained.
“Prove it.”
That was when Noah emerged from behind me.
He moved before I could stop him.
He grabbed Julian’s phone from the hallway table.
Blake was still on the line.
Noah miró a través de la estrecha abertura en la puerta de Vanessa.
“You’re a bad grandma,” he said.
Vanessa blinked.
For the first time, she looked genuinely surprised.
Noah raised the phone.
“Mi mamá dice que cuando los adultos mienten, los dejas seguir hablando”.
Luego golpeó la pantalla.
Grabación.
Julian looked down.
Martin did too.
Vanessa’s face turned pale.
Noah had recorded everything.
The smallest person in the room had just trapped the most dangerous one.
Blake arrived seven minutes later.
Not with reporters.
Not with lawyers.
With police.
