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    Ethan squeezed her hand, offering silent support. “Everything will be fine. You’ve done nothing wrong, and I 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 telpany still keeps a full record of calls.”


    For nearly an hour, the technician struggled with Brenna’sputer. By the end, beads of sweat covered his forehead, and he finally gave up.


    Impatienceced Gracie’s words. “You’re telling me you can’t even crack the password of aputer? What good are you?”


    With a steady tone, the technician replied, “You have no idea what you’re talking about. Thisputer uses biometrics and a top-tier firewall. We can’t ess it without the owner’s authorization.”


    Frustration made Gracie scoff. “Just admit you can’t do it and stop ming the system,” she said, rolling her eyes.


    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 theputer unlocked automatically.


    Astonishment crossed the police captain’s face. “Ms. Harper, where did you find a setup like this? That’s some serious security.”<fnd4d0> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on find(?)ovel</fnd4d0>


    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 policework? 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.


    Momentster, the technician spoke up. “Captain, there’s nothing here. No link to Terry and no photos of Gracie on Ms. Harper’sputer.”


    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 iing call from a colleague.


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