He had adjusted his glasses and demanded I tell the police Caleb was with me.

“They knew,” I whispered.

“They knew the phone was in his possession,” Sloan said, her voice direct and sharp.

“And they knew we were testing the truck bed for biological evidence.”

“So the alibi,” I said.

“It wasn’t a mistake,” Harris said.

“It was a calculated attempt to intercept our timeline before the lab results came back.”

I stood up and walked toward the water cooler in the hallway.