Chapter 4 - The Digital Trap
"Go ahead," I whispered, stepping right up to his chest, refusing to flinch. "Try to threaten me. Try to sue me. Because while you were standing out here running your mouth, my lawyer—and the local detective currently stationed in my living room—have already secured every digital footprint, audio recording, and signed affidavit needed to put you behind bars for elder abuse and extortion."
Jason’s eyes bulged in absolute terror. He spun around wildly, looking toward the living room window where the faint silhouette of a police officer’s uniform was visible through the sheer curtains.
"You... you called the cops?" he choked out, his voice cracking with sheer panic. "Are you out of your mind?! That’s going to tear the family apart! Think of Mom’s heart!"
"My mother’s heart is the only reason you aren't bleeding out on this concrete right now," I said with absolute, freezing venom. "Turn around, put your hands behind your back, and wait for the officer to walk out. If you run, I promise you, I will hunt you down myself."
Before Jason could bolt toward his car, the front door swung open wider, and Officer Miller—a veteran family-division detective I had called an hour earlier—stepped onto the porch with a pair of steel handcuffs gleaming in the morning light.
"Jason Mercer?" the detective asked evenly, stepping down the steps. "Step away from the residence. You're being detained for questioning regarding financial exploitation of a vulnerable adult and severe harassment."
Jason opened his mouth to protest, to lie, to weave another one of his smooth-talking webs of deception, but Officer Miller didn't give him the chance. He grabbed Jason’s arm, spun him around against the brick pillar of our porch, and snapped the handcuffs shut around his wrists with a sharp, definitive click.
As my brother—the blood-relative monster who had terrorized my dying mother and weaponized my son’s fear—was hauled down the walkway in humiliation, stumbling over his own feet and cursing my name, I felt a massive, suffocating boulder lift off my chest.
I turned back inside the house.
Tyler was standing in the hallway, clutching his crayons tightly, watching the commotion through the front door. When our eyes met, his little shoulders trembled, and a tear slipped down his cheek.
I rushed to him, dropping to my knees and wrapping my arms around his small body so tightly I thought I might crush him. I buried my face in his neck, sobbing tears of profound relief and agonizing guilt for ever having doubted him.
"You did it, buddy," I whispered fiercely against his hair, kissing his forehead over and over again. "You saved Grandma. You were her fiercest guardian. And I am so, so sorry I didn't listen to you sooner."
Tyler buried his face in my shoulder, his small arms wrapping around my neck with a desperate, crushing grip. "Is Uncle Jason gone?"
"He's gone, sweetheart," I promised, my voice ringing with absolute certainty. "He is never coming back here again. You don't have to sleep outside her door anymore."
Tyler pulled back slightly, looking up at me with his big, soulful eyes. A small, tentative smile finally touched the corners of his lips.
"Can I still sleep out there tonight anyway?" he asked softly. "Just... to make sure she knows we're still keeping watch?"
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My heart swelled until I thought it might burst. I smiled through my tears, nodding gently.
"Only if I get to bring my blanket and sleep right beside you," I whispered.
