Marie accompanied Larson to Camilla’s house on the day the computer was returned. Nothing had been found to implicate Camilla when it was examined by experts from the FBI.
Larson carried it to the door and said, “If a trail existed it was erased. I’m not convinced she’s not working with her father.”
Camilla opened the door to stare at them with a detached, uncomprehending expression. At Marie’s request, she let them inside so Larson might set the computer in place. “Miss Atchison, if you are involved, we’ll find out sooner or later.”
Camilla frowned. “Find out what?”
“About what you or your father does on computers,” Larson said.
“I don’t do anything.”
“Then who was using this computer?”
“You were.”
Larson sighed. “Besides me.”
“Nobody.”
“Why do you have a computer you don’t use?
