Too much precision.
My phone vibrated.
A message.
Kings.
rver.”
Five seconds later another one arrived.
“The cameras never failed.”
I breathed slowly.
Susan kept watching me.
—What's happening?
I put the phone away.
—Someone deleted the recordings.
She closed her eyes.
—I figured as much.
Before I could reply, another message appeared.
“We found four backups.”
Then another one.
“One was downloaded three hours ago from the rector’s office.”
Then another one.
“Final destination: Whitmore & Associates law firm.”
Susan read my expression.
