The first began at 3:41 p.m., eleven minutes before Tessa’s emergency call reached dispatch.
Victor’s voice filled the garage.
He was telling Tessa to sign a power-of-attorney form.
She refused.
He told her the signature would protect the family.
She asked why protection required access to our home equity line, my deployment pay, and an account that had belonged to her mother.
There was a scrape.
Dominic swore.
Tessa said my name.
Her voice was steady.
Mason slid down the pillar until he was sitting on the concrete.
“I held her wrists,” he said. “Victor told me they were only going to scare her.”
His breath hitched.
“Then he brought out the hammer.”
The second file captured the beginning of the attack.
I stopped it before the first impact.
I did not need to hear the rest to believe her.
The third file contained Victor ordering someone to clean the house and stage a robbery.
