He tapped the folder.
"That's what the recordings show."
The younger police officer looked at him.
"Recordings?"
The attorney nodded.
"Several."
Patricia took one step backward.
The attorney noticed.
"Don't leave."
She stopped.
"Why?"
"Because your presence is relevant."
Her sunglasses hid her eyes.
But Frank could see her jaw trembling.
The attorney looked at Ethan.
"Did you record the call?"
Ethan looked confused.
"What?"
"When you called the police, did your phone record the call?"
"No."
"Good."
He turned toward Patricia.
"Because there are enough recordings already."
The female officer stepped closer.
"Mr. Whitmore, put the phone away."
Ethan slowly lowered it.
The officer looked at Frank.
"Did you strike him?"
"I knocked his hand off my motorcycle."
"Any injuries?"
"No."
She looked at Ethan.
"Any injuries?"
"No."
"Did you touch the motorcycle?"
Ethan glanced at his mother.
Then down.
"Yes."
"At whose direction?"
Patricia snapped.
"I did not instruct him to steal anything."
The officer looked at her.
"I didn't ask about stealing."
Patricia went silent.
Frank almost smiled.
The attorney closed the folder.
"Officer, there is something else you should know."
Patricia whispered.
"Don't."
The attorney looked at her.
"Then you should have thought about that before today."
He pulled out a photograph.
It showed a garage door.
Frank's garage.
The date stamp was visible in the corner.
Three months earlier.
"Security footage from Mr. Dalton's property."
He handed it to the officer.
The image showed Patricia standing near Frank's side gate.
She was holding something.
A key.
The officer frowned.
"What is this?"
Frank answered.
"That's my old gate key."
Patricia quickly said, "He gave me access."
Frank looked at her.
"I did not."
The attorney flipped to another page.
"That's one of the issues under investigation."
Patricia's face tightened.
"I had legitimate association business."
"At eleven forty-three at night?"
The officer looked at her.
"Eleven forty-three?"
Patricia said nothing.
The attorney continued.
"She entered his side yard without permission."
"I did not enter."
The attorney held up another photograph.
This one showed Patricia standing beside the Harley.
Her hand was touching the handlebar.
Frank stared at it.
"That's two months ago."
Patricia's voice rose.
"I was documenting a violation."
"You were touching my motorcycle."
"I was inspecting it."
"You had no permission."
"The HOA has inspection authority."
The attorney shook his head.
"Not like that."
Then he pulled out a second folder.