Detective Corbin walked up to the disoriented and battered Deirdre.
"Mrs. Lee, please come with us," he said firmly.
Deirdre shook her head wildly. "It wasn't me! You can't arrest me!"
Corbin had heard it all before—almost everyone said the same thing when caught.
Unfazed, he replied with calm authority, "Your driver approached a janitor at Blue Ridge Gallery. She was nervous about getting caught and secretly recorded the entire conversation on her phone. In the audio, your driver details exactly how to disable the gallery's surveillance. He's in custody now—and he's confessed. We have his testimony and the recording. Out of respect for Mr. Lee, we're letting you walk to the squad car without cuffs. Once you're inside, we'll restrain you properly."
Deirdre's blood-streaked face went pale.
The moment she heard her driver had confessed, she went completely silent.
Like a ghost, she followed Corbin out of the Lee estate.
