“Thank you for your help,” Steve said. “This map at least lets me know who probably sent the message, and I obviously never could have obtained this much information about where this message came from without you. Thank you so much.”
“Not a problem. I’m just sorry I couldn’t get you a more precise location. A fifteen-mile radius is not exactly small.” Emily glanced at the time in the upper right of her computer screen. It read 12:38 a.m.
“It’s late,” she said. “I will come up here tomorrow and try to get more metadata out of this message. I know, at a minimum, I can figure out where the video was filmed. But I am not sure how much that will help us. I would guess your new friend just downloaded the file from the web. But if he or she recorded it themselves, then we will know at least one place this person had access to.”
She handed Steve a zip drive. “This contains a copy of the Snapchat message and everything we discovered tonight: the Roach phone application, the cell tower map, etcetera. Follow me out.”
Steve stood nearby as Emily locked the door to the lab behind them. After she tested the door to make sure it was locked, she turned, leaned in, and gave Steve a short, soft kiss on the lips. After she was done, she immediately walked away, saying over her shoulder, “I had a great time tonight, Steven Hanson. Call me if you want to try a second date.”
Steve watched as Emily got into her car. When she drove by, she gave Steve a quick wave goodbye and sped away with a smile on her face. From the time she kissed him until her taillights sped away, Steve had stood in the same spot, dumbstruck. The aftershocks of the kiss still ran up and down his body. He couldn’t believe how much attraction he felt toward her after just one date.
She is truly one amazing woman, he thought.
A second or two after she drove off, Steve regained his composure. He needed to focus. He texted Booger to let him know something major had happened in the case. The message told Booger to call him first thing in the morning.
Steve went home and fell asleep thinking about Emily, then dreamed about what the future might hold with her. But occasionally, Steve’s dreams were interrupted by the waking realization that he was now at risk of losing his life at the hands of a psychopath.
CHAPTER 27
The phone rang at 6:30 a.m. Steve sleepily reached for it.
“Good morning, young man,” Booger said dryly. “What momentous piece of information arose in the wee hours of last night that required this morning’s urgent phone call?”
Steve quickly explained what happened the previous night with Emily.
Booger said, “Okay, I’m on my way.”
After they met up and Steve had shown the investigator the contents of the zip drive Emily had given him, Booger said, “Well, we definitely got someone’s attention. Too bad all of our suspects live within a few miles of each other.”
“True. What do you think our next move should be?” Steve said.
“I think we definitely keep it our secret for now. Can you trust Dr. Babbage not to tell any of her friends at the district attorney’s office?”
“Yes, I think so. I will ask her to keep this on the down low. I do think the threats might help us in getting the police file though. I would like to prepare a second motion to the court including this information.”
“Good idea, just make sure you get the court’s authority to file it under seal in order to keep it out of the public realm. You know that, otherwise, everything you file can be found online from the court’s website,” Booger said.
“Yeah, I know,” Steve said, nodding. “I will definitely ask the court to let me file the motion and exhibits under seal. That is the only way to let the judge know what is going on, but make sure no one else knows what we know.”
“Damn lucky you were on a date with a computer forensics expert
when you got this threat,” Booger said with a chuckle.
“Yeah. Especially since they sent it via Snapchat. Not sure if you know this, but once you watch the video twice, it’s gone forever, and it’s gone in twenty-four hours even if you don’t watch it twice. I doubt many people would have even believed I got this message if not for Emily’s quick thinking and expertise.”
“True.” Booger paused, then said with a grin, “I don’t suppose you want to give me five numbers between one and thirty-six and your favorite number? I’m thinking a dollar for the purchase of a lottery ticket might be in order.”
After Booger left to work on some cars, Steve hunkered down to prepare his motions. First the motion to seal and then his addendum to the motion to see Blackburn’s police file. He asked the judge to move up the hearing. He used the threat to support his argument that he needed the file as soon as possible for his own safety, as well as for the fact he now strongly believed an innocent man was sitting on death row.
Steve persuasively told the court that since there was no possible way Scottie sent the threat, someone else must be worried about the investigation. He further alleged that the unknown someone could be the person who actually killed Ashley Pinkerton. There was no other logical reason for anyone to be concerned enough about their investigation to issue a death threat. Moreover, that unknown someone might kill Steve if he or she wasn’t apprehended quickly.
Steve finished the brief by late Saturday evening; he then filed everything that day using the court’s online filing system. As he clicked through the process, Steve thought about how frustrating it must have been to be an attorney in the past. Less than ten years
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ago, he would have had to wait until Monday morning and taken copies in person to the court clerk’s office to file his motion. Now, thanks to technology, he could relax for the rest of the weekend, work on other cases, and wait to see what Judge Henry had to say about his motion on Monday morning.
Early that morning, Steve was in the office, trying to occupy himself with work that needed to be completed on his other files. He had caught up on the majority of them Sunday but still wasn’t comfortable with where he was on a few of them. Mostly though, he wanted to stay busy to keep his mind off the motion he filed Saturday evening and what response he thought it might garner from the judge. Shortly after 11:00 a.m., Carol buzzed his intercom. “Judge Henry’s office on line three, big shot.”
Steve picked up the phone. “Hello, this is Steve Hanson.”
“Hello, Steve. Gail from Judge Henry’s office. The judge reviewed your motion to seal, your motion to obtain the police file and your application for emergency hearing that you filed over the weekend. He is granting your request to keep the second motion under seal. He is also granting an expedited hearing on your motion requesting access to the police file. He is going to stay through
lunch and hear your case tomorrow at noon.”
“Thank you, Gail. I will see you tomorrow.”
“See you then.” Before Gail hung up, she said under her breath, “One more thing, Steve… Stay safe. You know we are all fans of yours around here. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to our favorite young attorney.”
“Thanks,” Steve said. “Will do.”
As soon as he hung up with Gail, Steve called Booger.
“We are set for a hearing tomorrow at noon,” Steve said. “Noon?” Booger asked.
“Yes. I guess that threat got the judge’s attention. He often skips lunch when he has a matter he wants heard quickly but can’t find any open time slot on his docket otherwise. Also, we still have our trip to McAlester on Wednesday to visit Scottie. Hopefully, we will have some good news for him.”
“Well, that worked out mighty nicely. I think I am definitely going to run to the corner market and buy that lottery ticket. Can you give me the numbers to pick?
