👉 Previous action: You exposed Julian’s poisoning attempt live on stream / You triggered the fire alarm, but Halloway arrived alone.
With Julian momentarily stunned, and Arthur reeling, I knew this was my chance. I tore off my headset, quickly rerouting my studio microphone into the house-wide intercom speaker system. A high-pitched squeal briefly echoed before I adjusted the gain.
“Julian!” I yelled into the mic, my voice amplified throughout the house. “You thought you were so smart, didn’t you? Hiding your tracks. But you left one thing behind.”
I pressed play on the original Clara_Vance_1027.wav file. But this time, I played the raw, uncompressed background track, stripped of Julian’s pitch-shifting and effects.
A cacophony of muffled sounds filled the house: the distant chirping of crickets, the drone of a specific model of roadside emergency services scanner, and then, unmistakably, a heated argument.
Two voices. Julian’s, younger, frantic. And Arthur’s. My father’s distinct voice, clear as day.
“You hit her, Julian! She’s bleeding!” Arthur’s voice, laced with panic, filled every room.
“It was an accident, Dad!” Julian retorted, his voice tight. “Just help me move the car! Tow it into the lake, no one will ever know. We can get the $1.4M early if it’s resolved!”
The words hung in the air, a chilling, five-year-old confession broadcast through every intercom speaker. Arthur’s face crumpled. His denial, his rigid desire for suburban respectability, had trapped him. He hadn’t just covered for Julian; he’d been there, complicit in the immediate aftermath of Clara Vance’s death.
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