The main course that no one expected
"Is it a long time to boil water?" said Daniel from the next room. "Twenty minutes," Claire had replied. He had sneered.
Twenty minutes later, she walked through the door. Not with a steaming dish. With a silver top, carefully placed in the center of the table. When she lifted the lid, there was no food. Only evidence, meticulously classified, impossible to dispute.
Meanwhile, every camera in the house was rolling. Every word was recorded. And outside, behind the gate, two vehicles waited in the dark, waiting for a signal that Claire had already sent: a sober message, intended for her lawyer, a private investigator and a witness that Daniel had never imagined she would find.
