Vanessa's smile froze for only a moment.
Then she lunged at me. "Give me that phone! The snake is yours. You don't get to play any recordings!"
I smiled and stepped half a pace aside. Her own momentum sent her sprawling, and she glared up at me as if she wanted to tear me apart.
"Taking my phone won't help," I said. "I backed up the recordings three days ago. The email I scheduled to Ms. Collins is already in her inbox."
I watched Vanessa lose control and pressed Play.
The 1st recording had been made by the dorm-room door.
Vanessa's voice sounded arrogant and smug.
"I found it beside Highway 9. It belongs to me, and no one is making me send it away. What, are you going to report me? Go ahead. I'll say you were keeping the snake behind my back. You're terrified of snakes, so who woul
