“What do you mean?” I asked.

“We served the search warrant for the truck on Tuesday morning at ten,” Harris said.

“We recovered Elise Porter’s cell phone from the glove box during that initial sweep.”

He paused, letting the timeline settle between us.

“Your parents were present when we bagged the phone,” Harris said.

“They watched us seal it in plastic.”

My mind forced the pieces together.

My father had stood beside my sedan in the damp concrete of the hospital garage on Thursday night.