Chapter 7 - The Rabbit CameraAt first, Alexander thought Clara was speaking like a child.
Rabbit saw.
A child’s imagination.
A child’s witness.
Then Grace’s face changed.
She looked at the stuffed rabbit with sudden horror.
“Mr. Whitmore,” she whispered. “That rabbit has a camera.”
Alexander stared at her.
“What?”
Grace took the toy gently from Clara.
“It was delivered two weeks ago. Mrs. Hale said Lady Eleanor wanted another nursery monitor.”
Eleanor spoke sharply. “It was for safety.”
Grace turned the rabbit over and found the tiny black lens hidden in one glass eye.
Nathan stepped forward. “Is it connected to the house system?”
“No,” Alexander said.
He knew immediately.
Because he had not authorized it.
The rabbit camera was private.
Someone else had been watching his children.
Someone else had been watching Grace.
Nathan took the rabbit to the security office. It took less than an hour to trace the feed.
The device uploaded clips to a private cloud account registered under a shell company.
Whitmore Family Holdings.
Eleanor denied everything.
Then Nathan recovered the latest saved file.
The room gathered around the screen.
The footage showed the service corridor at 4:14 p.m.
Grace’s coat hung on the hook.
Mrs. Hale entered, crying, carrying Eleanor’s diamond bracelet in a handkerchief.
She looked over her shoulder.
Then she slipped the bracelet into Grace’s pocket.
A voice off camera said, “Make sure she is gone by dinner.”
Mrs. Hale whispered, “Please, Lady Eleanor. She loves the girls.”
Eleanor stepped into view.
“Exactly,” she said.
On screen, Eleanor looked into the hidden camera and smiled.
“No servant becomes necessary in my son’s house.”
The footage ended.
No one spoke.
Grace looked down, tears finally falling.
Alexander turned to his mother.
Eleanor did not apologize.
She lifted her chin.
“You would have thanked me one day.”
Alexander’s face hardened.
“No,” he said. “I should have stopped you years ago.”
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Then he looked at Nathan.
“Call the police.”
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