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Ethan squeezed her hand, offering silent support. “Everything will be fine. You've done nothing wrong, and | trust
the police to see that.”
Gracie, not satisfied, snapped at the police officers, “She’s an expert in programming. Of course, she has erased
the evidence. Are your tech people even up to the task?”
The female officer said calmly, “No matter what has been deleted from the phone, the telcompany still
keeps a full record of calls.”
For nearly an hour, the technician struggled with Brenna’s computer. By the end, beads of sweat covered his
forehead, and he finally gave up.
Impatience laced Gracie’s words. “You're tellingyou can’t even crack the password of a computer? What
good are you?”
With a steady tone, the technician replied, “You have no idea what you're talking about. This computer uses
biometrics and a top-tier firewall. We can’t access it without the owner's authorization.”
Frustration made Gracie scoff. “Just admit you can’t do it and stop blaming the system,” she said, rolling her
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Instead of rising to the bait, the technician faced Brenna and spoke respectfully. “Ms. Harper, could you please
unlock your device for us?” Calmly, Brenna stepped to the desk. The moment she stood beside the technician,
the system recognized her, and the computer unlocked automatically.
Astonishment crossed the police captain’s face. “Ms. Harper, where did you find a setup like this? That's some
serious security.”
A small, proud smile tugged at Brenna’s lips. “I designed it myself.”
The captain gave her a thumbs-up in approval, leaning closer. “Ms. Harper, would you consider installing your
system on our police network? We're willing to pay for that kind of protection.”
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His attitude toward Brenna warmed immediately. Friendly conversation followed as he scrolled through her
phone and found an entire album of Gracie and Waldo.
Gracie’s anger boiled over when she saw that. Had the man not been a police officer, she might have lunged for
the device herself. “Look at that! It’s all right there! She must be the one who spread that photo of me, Officer.
What more do you need? Arrest her!” she shouted, pointing at the phone.
Unfazed, the police captain responded, “Possession of these pictures isn’t enough. Unless we can prove she
spread the photo, we can’t arrest her.”
A furious protest erupted from Gracie. “Those are my private photos on her phone! Why won't you do your job
and arrest her?”
She reached out, trying to snatch the phone away, but the captain held it just out of her reach.
Gracie failed to get the phone.
A firm voice cut through the tension. “Control yourself,” said the female officer, fixing Gracie with a warning
stare.
Only then did Gracie calm down.
Moments later, the technician spoke up. “Captain, there’s nothing here. No link to Terry and no photos of Gracie
on Ms. Harper's computer.”
Disbelief colored Gracie’s response. “That can’t be right. Go through her phone again and check every single call
she’s made.”
Before the captain could answer, his phone rang with an incoming call from a colleague.
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