“Good afternoon,” she said. “Linda Davis. Private investigator. Everything you have just said has been recorded in high-definition audio and video.”
The color drained from Chelsea’s face.
“That… that’s illegal,” she stammered.
“Not at all,” I replied. “We are in my house. I have the right to record what happens inside my property. And you have just confessed to multiple crimes: coercion, fraud, assault on a minor, conspiracy.”
Gerald was already at the door, trying to flee, but Linda blocked his way.
“I wouldn’t move if I were you, counselor,” she said. “There are two detectives from criminal investigations waiting outside. Old friends of Commander Stone.”
It was true. I had called Spencer that morning. He had agreed to be nearby in case things got violent.
Chelsea stood up, furious.
“This won’t hold up in any court! You set a trap for us!” she screamed.
“I set a trap that you bit with all the enthusiasm in the world,” I replied coldly. “Because you’re arrogant. Because you believed you were invincible. Because you thought an old woman like me couldn’t stand up to you.”
I took out my phone and dialed a number. I put it on speaker.
“Captain Spencer, you can come up now,” I said.
We heard footsteps on the stairs. Moments later, two officers entered with Spencer in the lead.
“Commander Stone,” he greeted me. “Do you have what we needed?”
“Everything,” Linda replied, showing him the laptop. “Full confession. Threats. Admission of assault on a minor. Conspiracy to commit fraud.”
Spencer looked at Chelsea and Gerald.
“Chelsea Brooks. Gerald Hayes. You are under arrest for the crimes of—”
“This is a setup!” Chelsea screamed. “Rob, say something! Defend me!”
We all turned to look at my son. He was sitting in the chair, his hands covering his face. His shoulders were shaking. When he finally spoke, his voice was broken.
“It was all a lie,” he said. “Everything you told me about my mother, about Ethan… about everything.”
Chelsea looked at him, and for the first time I saw something close to panic in her eyes.
“Honey, no. I love you. Everything I did was for us,” she said desperately.
“You used me,” Rob said, looking up at her. Tears were in his eyes. “You turned me against my mother. You hit my son. All for money.”
“It wasn’t just for money,” Chelsea insisted. “I wanted a better life for us—”
