Even if she hasn't killed anyone, she deserves to suffer for this. Just
a little.
"But the drive is clean."
She glanced up. "Clean?"
"I did a sweep with a facial recognition program." He shrugged,
avoiding her disbelieving stare. "It's the same s**t on her phone.
There's nothing on here."
Calla stood abruptly. "That's impossible."
He closed the computer with another shrug. "I tried."
They stared at one another—her furious glare against his steady,
unrelenting calm.
And if there's nothing to be found? What will you do then?
Her hands balled into fists at her side. She'd been so sure the
answers would be here, locked away behind an encrypted firewall—
the sort of technological nonsense she'd been counting on Blake
to c***k. But if what he said was true, Stephanie was no more t
