round 11 AM, the female officer called again.
“We opened the phone in a controlled environment,” she said. “It had one video file.”
“What video?” I asked.
She paused, then answered carefully. “A video of your house. From last night. Taken from across the street.”
So they filmed us watching them.
She continued, “At the end of the video, someone speaks. We’re analyzing the voice.”
“Foreign accent?” I asked.
“Yes,” she confirmed. “But there’s more.”
“What?” My voice lowered.
“There’s a second voice in the background,” she said. “Local. And he says, ‘Ramos said don’t touch the girl yet.’”
My jaw tightened until it hurt.
So Ramos is still the local hand.
But the “foreign voice” is above him.
“Ma’am,” I said, “does that help your warrant?”
“It helps establish coordination,” she rep
