If there were videos, someone inside the Langford household had proof. And if Victor discovered that… there was no telling what he would do.
She forced herself not to react.
“I need some water,” she murmured.
Margaret nodded approvingly. “Good. Sit.”
Savannah walked into the kitchen and filled a glass, glancing through the window. Victor’s black SUV idled in the driveway.
Ten minutes.
Shelter.
Courthouse.
Blue awning.
She turned around and found Derek leaning in the doorway.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked casually.
“To the bathroom.”
His eyes dropped to her purse. “You’re recording, aren’t you?”
“No.”
Derek smiled slowly. “Victor hates lies.”
Savannah’s pulse spiked, but she forced herself to stay calm.
“Tell him to read the settlement out loud,” she said quietly. “Let him hear himself.”
Derek hesitated.
Savannah slipped past him and locked herself in the powder room. Her phone was still recording. She quickly sent the audio file to the shelter advocate and to a private email account she’d created months ago.
Then she replied to the anonymous text.
Where?
The response came instantly.
Courthouse steps. Ten minutes. Gray scarf.
Savannah took a deep breath and stepped back into the living room.