Marina Records

Owen gives us one thing because he finally understands the room he is in. Hart Security Marina, slip C-4, service barrel painted blue to mark hazardous solvent storage after a port-rail repair. The repair order is the same one Nico already pulled from the lake night. What Owen does not tell us, but the records do, is that C-4 was not assigned to Harbor House officially. It was assigned to a private holding LLC that traces back to Brighthollow.

The marina office opens under warrant at 11:18 a.m. We pull maintenance ledgers, dock camera backups, and fuel logs. In one cabinet, behind spare billing forms, sits a chain-of-custody envelope with no external label. Inside are still photographs from the dock cameras: Roman unloading a duffel. Vivian receiving the ring box. Owen watching from the shadow of the boathouse steps, not intervening.

"Accessory with a clear line of sight," Nico says softly.

"Husband with a choice," I answer.

Then Callum's note turns useful. We search slip C-4 itself, lifting boards, checking lockers, opening the blue barrel. The barrel holds only old rags and solvent cans. Under it, bolted to the dock beams in a waterproof tube, we find a second phone and a flash card containing two ten-second clips of Callum being moved through the marina warehouse by Curtis Bell and one unidentified woman in cream.

Not Vivian. The woman is younger. blond. controlled. Tessa sees the angle of her shoulders and goes cold. "Judge Celia Weller," she says. "Harbor House board vice chair. Vivian's emergency cleaner."

Nico nods once, already reclassifying the field. "Good. Another live node."

I stare at the still of Owen on the dock longer than I should. Not because it surprises me now. Because it confirms what part of me kept resisting: he did not simply receive the lie after the fact. He watched it happen in real time and chose not to stop it.