Chapter 2 - The Interrogation of the Digital Ghost
The interrogation room smelled faintly of industrial disinfectant and old coffee. Across the metal table sat Detective Miller, a seasoned investigator with tired eyes and a posture that suggested he had seen every variation of human cruelty long before this Christmas morning. He had listened to the voice recording once—just once—and the color in his face had darkened with every second.
"Let me get this straight," Detective Miller said, tapping a pen against the scarred tabletop. "Your parents intentionally wiped or transferred a device used by your twelve-year-old nephew, Ryan, which contains evidence of targeted harassment against a student named Emily, and handed it to your daughter Lily to act as a decoy?"
"They didn't just hand it to her," I corrected, my hands locked tightly together in my lap. "They explicitly discussed it. They knew the school was involved. They knew Emily's parents were pressing the issue. And when they realized the authorities might trace the device back to Ryan, my father suggested giving it to Lily because—and I quote—she won't do anything, she never does."
Miller let out a slow, heavy breath through his nose. "People do remarkably stupid things to protect their golden children. They think blood is a shield against the law. But digital forensics don't care about family dynamics. That phone is a goldmine of metadata."
He gestured toward the evidence bag resting on the corner of the table, inside of which lay the scratched, gray iPhone.
"Our cyber unit is already plugging it into the isolation rig," Miller continued. "If it's connected to Emily's case, we're talking about severe cyberstalking, possibly extortion or distribution of illicit material among minors. The school principal and the superintendent have been stonewalling the district attorney's office for weeks because the parents involved are prominent donors. But if this phone places the primary device in the hands of someone else... well, your parents just gift-wrapped a conspiracy charge for themselves."
"Can they be arrested?" I asked, the words tasting sharp and metallic on my tongue.
"Conspiracy to obstruct justice, tampering with evidence, and depending on what's on that phone regarding the minor who fled... it opens up a massive liability," Miller said carefully. "Your parents thought they were being clever. They thought your daughter's quiet nature made her an invisible scapegoat. But by recording that conversation and bringing the device directly here, you bypassed their entire safety net."
My phone buzzed loudly against the metal table. I glanced down. It was a text message from my mother.
Kate, where did you go? This is ridiculous. Come back right now and stop making a scene on Christmas. Ryan is crying.
I turned the screen toward Detective Miller. He read it, a grim smile touching the corner of his mouth.
"Do not reply," he said. "In fact, we're going to use this. We need to secure the primary devices from your parents' house before they realize the phone has been thoroughly compromised and attempt to wipe Ryan's room clean. Do you have keys to the house?"
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I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out my brass keychain. "I left my winter coat on the hook in their foyer, but I grabbed my bag. The house keys are right here."
Miller stood up, buttoning his jacket. "Good. Stay here, Mrs. Evans. Keep your daughter comfortable. I'm dispatching two units to your parents' address. We're going to pay the holiday celebration a visit."
