Page 144 of Callahan

Her eyes got big. “I think that was unlocked, too!” She looked over at Justin. “Do you remember hearing me unlock the door?”

“Not specifically, no.”

Justin’s version was pretty much identical to what we witnessed.

“You guys can go. We’ll take it from here.”

Chapter Fifty-One

Adam

Brian looked up from his phone.

“Teresa texted me back. She said to bring Conor over whenever we want. I would have them come here and get him, but we haven’t figured out if this is a crime scene, and we’ve already contaminated the shit out of it enough. Angus is going to have my ass.”

“Well, to be fair. Kristy didn’t know Lainey was missing when she first came in, and she was dealing with a very upset two-month-old.”

“Yeah, she didn’t know any better. I do.”

“Like you said, we don’t even know if it’s a crime scene.”

“So, why don’t you take Conor to the O’Briens’, and I’ll wait for DPS to get here.”

Conor was asleep against my chest, and I used my free hand to scroll through the videos again.

“So, we think we know she was taken between three fifty-two and four after four, but we don’t know how they were able to alter the camera feed.”

“No, but my guess is something as simple as a laser pointer or mirror that reflected the sun, since it didn’t disable it permanently.”

“I hadn’t thought about that. There’s something I can’t figure out, though. You said when patrol did a sweep of the area after Bess put the rock through Lainey’s window, they didn’t find any cameras close by.”

“No. The nearest one was at the hardware store.”

“So, if there are no cameras anywhere near here, then where are these two WiFi feeds coming from?”

Brian pulled his neck back.

“What do you mean?”

“When I pull up the available camera connections, there are two more in addition to hers.”

“What?”

“Yeah, look for yourself.” I held my phone out from him to see what I was talking about. “I specifically remember when we connected the backstairs camera to the app, I asked which feed it was because there were other choices. But now that we know there’s nothing nearby, it doesn’t make any sense.”

Brian handed me my phone, then pulled his phone out, as if he were confirming his said the same thing. Finally, he looked up at me and asked, “What did you say Alan’s specialty in the Marines was?”

“Counterintelligence.”

“Which means?”

“Which means he could really fuck up your digital life over the course of an afternoon without even breaking a sweat.”

“You need to call him.”

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Five minutes later, Alan was unpacking his computer bag at a table in the bakery, and I was headed to the O’Briens’ to drop off their grandson.

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