The screen flickered, then resolved into a wide, high-angle shot of our terrace table.

The quality was staggering; the camera captured the texture of the linen tablecloth and the exact color of the tea in Vivian’s cup.

“This is highly irregular,” Vivian said, her voice echoing in the quiet lobby.

“We are paying guests. We should not be subjected to this public display.”

“The public display was initiated when your daughter accused my staff of a felony,” Mr. Han said.

He pointed toward the screen.

“Watch the monitor, please.”

The video began to play.

On the screen, we saw the moments just before Claire had noticed her watch was missing.

Daniel was looking out over the water, his attention entirely elsewhere.

Vivian was looking down at her phone.

Claire was sitting at the edge of her chair.

Her hand moved toward her wrist, unbuckling the gold Swiss watch with practiced ease.

She did not drop it on the floor.

Instead, she carefully slipped it into the open side pocket of her handbag, which sat on the chair beside her.