Instead of waiting, I reversed out of the driveway and drove straight toward the Briar Ridge Police Department while my mind shifted into the cold strategic mode that had won me contracts and crushed competitors.
During the drive I called my attorney, my accountant, and then my head of site security, a former Marine named Victor Sloan.
“Victor, meet me at the station and bring every surveillance tool we have,” I told him.
He paused before asking, “What is going on?”
“My wife and my partner are planning to kill me,” I replied evenly, “and I intend to prove it.”
At the station Detective Marissa Delgado listened closely as Ava repeated what she had heard with startling clarity.
She leaned forward and asked, “Does your wife believe you are still at home?”
“As far as she knows,” I answered, showing her the text message, “she thinks I am in my office.”
Marissa immediately dispatched officers for a welfare check while Victor arrived with cases of monitoring equipment and a grim expression.
In a conference room he opened a laptop and accessed hidden cameras I had installed during construction, systems Lauren never knew existed.