Bullies Sla-pped New Girl Cheerleader — Unaware Her Father Is A Hell Angels
Chapter 30
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"Yesterday evening in the parking lot behind the maintenance shed, Tyler Greer and Cole Watts approached me and asked me to sign a statement saying I had witnessed no inappropriate conduct from either of them. Tyler had a form prepared in advance. Cole was filming on his phone."She held up her own phone."I made a recording of that encounter. Mr. Greer described what happened in the hallway—the details of where he was standing, what was said, the direction Cass walked—as a way of demonstrating that he controlled the narrative. The same details he just described for this committee."She pressed play.The recording from the parking lot filled the room: Tyler's voice, Cole's presence implied in the framing, the easy practiced tone, the specific details he'd recounted to Amber—the locker, the crowd, the direction Cass had walked. It played for 40 seconds, then Amber stopped it.The room was so quiet you could hear the fluorescent lights."The details he just told this committee," Amber said, "match exactly what he said to me yesterday. He knows what happened because he was there. He wasn't a bystander. He was a participant."She sat down.The attorney for the Greer family was already on his feet. "Committee chair, this recording was obtained without consent in the state of Tennessee, which has a one-party consent law...""Tennessee is a one-party consent state," Marsh said without looking up from her notes. "The recording is admissible for purposes of this proceeding." She looked at the attorney. "Sit down, please."He sat.Three things happened in the next 90 seconds:The first was that Herb Callaway closed his folder. He didn't make a dramatic gesture of it. He just closed it quietly and placed his hands on top of it and looked at the front of the room with the expression of a man who had finished deciding something.The second was that Linda Marsh wrote something on her legal pad, underlined it twice, and passed it to the compliance officer on her right. He read it. He nodded.The third was that Dale Greer, standing near the side wall, looked at Ray Malone.Ray was sitting in the fourth row of the gallery. He hadn't moved since he sat down. His hands were on his knees. His face was calm. He was looking at the front of the room. He didn't look at Greer. He didn't need to. Greer looked away first.Marsh was about to speak when the side door of the hearing room opened. A woman came in. She was 68 years old, white-haired, sharp-eyed, wearing a gray blazer, and carrying a leather briefcase that had the worn-in quality of something that had seen serious use. She walked to the end of the front gallery row and stopped.