FRANK'S POV

"Frank! Please! You can't do this to me!" Claire's screams rang through the living room as two police officers in uniform held her by the arms.

I stood near the front door with my arms folded tight across my chest. My face was cold, and I did not let it show anything. Through the open door, I could see two of our neighbors standing at their gates, watching. By tonight, the whole street would know. By tomorrow, the whole city would.

"Mr. Williams," the head officer said, turning to me with a folder full of printed reports. "From the computer records your IT team gave us, the login...