Two days later, Daniel received a protective order at his office.
By that point, he had already made his first serious mistake.
He went to my house.
The security cameras Daniel had demanded after a neighbor’s vehicle was broken into recorded him arriving at 11:42 p.m. with Megan sitting beside him.
They did not knock.
Daniel used his key even though the protective order had already been filed and he had been warned not to enter the property.
Inside, he emptied drawers, opened cabinets, pulled boxes from the office closet, and shouted loudly enough for the cameras to capture everything.
“Where are the originals?”
Megan’s voice answered, strained and panicked.
“She couldn’t have all of them. You said you handled it.”
“I did handle it.”
“You forged her name, Daniel.”
Silence followed.
Then Daniel said, “You cashed the checks.”
The kitchen camera recorded Megan backing away from him, her face drained of color.
