The Real Murderer

‘My mother gave it to me before her accident,’ Vivian said. ‘I never got the chance to ask her why.’ ‘What’s on that card?’ Kira’s throat went dry. ‘I have no idea. But I figured, whatever questions you wanted to ask her, maybe this contains the answer.’ Kira left Vivian’s apartment with the card. She found a quiet bench, sat down, removed her phone from her handbag, took a deep breath, and inserted the card. It contained only one file. A video. Kira tapped on ‘Play’ with a shaky finger. The image quality was grainy, shot using an old camera phone. Kira recognised the inside of a hospital room. Her father’s hospital room. Leland was lying peacefully in bed, with a breathing tube stuck down his nose. Kira teared up at the image of her father. She touched his face onscreen. A figure came into the room. Kira’s shoulders tensed. The man had his back to the camera, but she recognised Gideon. He circled the bed. His head was bowed. The lens shook a little. The image became blurry. Kira held