Boston Mother Cancels Twenty Two Million Dollar Wedding Gift After Morning Betrayal
The figure reached into a pocket, pulled out a small plastic rectangle, and pressed it against the gate reader. A small green light flashed on the screen of the tablet, reflecting off the glass.
“Look at the timestamp, Beatrice, he had her key card in his hand,” Vance said, pointing his blunt finger at the white digits ticking in the corner of the frame. “Three twelve and forty seconds.”
“Who is he?” I asked.
“He turns toward the porch lamp at three thirteen,” Vance said, sliding his finger across the glass to advance the video frame by frame. “The hood slips back just enough for the infrared sensor to capture the facial structure. You should see it clearly now.”
The image frozen on the screen showed a sharp chin, a thin nose, and a lock of dark hair falling across a pale forehead. It was Julian, Victoria’s younger brother.
I stood up from my chair, my joints stiff from the morning chill. I walked to the window and looked down at the courtyard where the dry ivy rattled against the brick wall.
