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While we waited, Nina asked precise questions. Who could access my car? Did Madison know where I kept the spare key? Had she been at my townhouse recently?
Madison had borrowed my car twice that month. She knew the spare key was hidden in a planter beside my front door because my mother had pointed it out once. And yes, Madison had come by the night before my arrest, furious after I refused the transfer.
Late that afternoon, Nina returned carrying a hard drive and a look that made it difficult to breathe.
She turned her laptop toward me. The footage was grainy but unmistakable. At 11:42 p.m., my porch light turned on. Madison appeared wearing a baseball cap and my father’s rain jacket. She used the spare key, opened my car, lifted the trunk, and placed something inside the emergency kit. Then she shut the trunk and walked away as if nothing had happened.
I felt both sick and relieved at once.
The complex security camera showed my parents’ SUV parked across the street with my mother in the passenger seat. They hadn’t simply believed Madison.