Now, the veil had been ripped away completely.
A soft knock at the glass door interrupted his thoughts. Detective Marcus Vance stepped into the room, holding a thick manila envelope and a black leather notebook. Vance was a veteran investigator with tired eyes and a stern, non-nonsense demeanor.
"Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore," Vance said quietly, closing the door behind him. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but we need to go over a few things regarding what was recovered from your home."
Ryan stood up immediately, stepping away from the bed so as not to wake Oliver. "Did you arrest her?"
"Your mother was taken to the precinct for questioning," Vance replied, pulling a pair of latex gloves from his pocket. "She claimed she suffered an anxiety attack during transport and was evaluated at the county hospital. Her high-powered defense attorneys are already demanding her immediate release on bail."
Maya let out a shaky breath, her hand gripping the edge of Oliver's blanket. "She hidden that camera in our child's room, Detective. She was setting me up."
"We found two hidden cameras, Mrs. Whitmore," Vance corrected gently. "One in the smoke detector above the changing table, and another disguised as an air purifier in the corner. Both were wired to a local receiver that transmitted directly to a secure server."