The glow of the monitor was still burned into my eyes, the looping footage of me standing over my father’s bed,
Daniel’s reflection appeared next to mine.
The police had arrived thirty minutes later, too late for anything but questions and paperwork.
Now, the room felt stripped of air. The red light was gone. The camera bagged and tagged. But the fear? That stayed.
A detective in a rumpled gray suit leaned on the windowsill, jotting notes in a small pad. His voice was tired, the kind that came from seeing too much.
“You’re saying this was streaming live? From the hospital?”
“Yes,” I said. “To somewhere offsite. Daniel traced it, but…”
He cut in with a skeptical glance. “Mr. Walker’s not a cybersecurity specialist, is he?”
I felt Daniel stiffen beside me. “I’ve run companies that ha
