Slide four, trail cam footage montage, three clips, the fence attack, the mailbox attack, the pool harassment of Cooper. Faces clear, audio unaltered. Slide five, audio waveform of Preston's livestream, the 8-second clip where he says my dead wife's name and calls the attack hilarious. Slide six, screenshots of Vivian's text messages to attorney Kessler. Slide seven, heat map of the 17 crime scenes, Willow Ridge, Aspen Heights, Pine Gate, overlaid with a 2-mile radius circle centered on the Holloway property.
Slide eight, list of the 17 victims, names blurred but initials showing, six widows, four single mothers, three elderly residents Vivian had driven out of Willow Ridge. Slide nine, the CPS complaint Vivian filed against me the day before on official state letterhead, redacted where Cooper's name appeared. Slide 10, State of Colorado versus Vivian Holloway, 15 counts, full list. Cooper handled the transitions, I did the copy. "Animation transitions?" he asked.
"Like the swoop." "Fade in only, buddy. This is a courtroom, not a science fair." He rolled his eyes. Set it to fade.
Then he sneaked in a subtle zoom on slide six. I didn't tell him to take it out. I called Elaine Brookshire. She answered on the second ring. "Mrs. Brookshire, Thursday night at 7:00 the HOA is holding a town hall at the Willow Ridge clubhouse.
I'd like you to be there." I want you standing near the front when it happens. Everything you were run out for, I'm running it back at her tomorrow. Long silence. Then her voice came back and it was steadier than mine.
"Detective, I have waited three years for that woman to face what she did. I'll be there in my Sunday clothes." I called Miles Sutter at the Coloradoan. "Miles, anonymous tip: HOA town hall Thursday night at 7:00. You want to be there with two cameras and a laptop.
You will be filing a story before you leave the parking lot." Long silence from Miles, too. Then, "Detective, is this what I think it is?" "Bring two cameras." By Thursday morning, the plan was locked.
Six of the 17 other victims had agreed to attend. Owen and I sat in the sheriff's parking lot going over the seating chart one last time. At 5:00 p.m., I drove Cooper home from a walk-through of the clubhouse layout. In the car, he asked, "Dad, are you scared?" "No, buddy.
She's been scaring people for nine years. Tonight, she finds out what patience feels like." At 6:30, Cooper came downstairs in a white button-up shirt, khakis, and shoes he'd polished himself. His hair was combed for once. He looked at me.
I looked back. He was going to be taller than me within a year. Somewhere in the last 3 years without me really noticing, my son had become a man. "Dad, you look like Mom's favorite version of you." I couldn't answer that one, so I just handed him the car keys and let him unlock the truck.
Wednesday afternoon, while I was signing warrants at the sheriff's office, Vivian Holloway was launching her preemptive strike. She'd sensed something coming. She always had a sixth sense for consequences. So, she went full nuclear. Email blast to all 84 homeowners in Willow Ridge.
Subject line all caps. Urgent. Protecting our children from predatory behavior. The body of the email accused me of grooming teenage boys at the community pool. Cited my unhealthy attachment to my deceased wife's memory.