The man sitting in front of the computer connected David's cell phone to the strange device, then took a sort of flashlight and illuminated the screen with a bluish light. He entered some data on the computer and started a decoding program which ran for a few minutes.
Lisa asked her brother in a low voice: "What ... what are they doing?"
He frowned, his face dark. “They are decrypting my phone password. They used luminol to figure out which digits were the most typed in the combination, to narrow the field." He was recovering his composure. After all, he hadn't been drugged and put in a black sack, so he could expect civil treatment. And at this point, he would have collected any evidence against the prince to present to a court. He was the son of the president of Wroilstan, the future D
