“What your mother and sister didn’t know is that your father signed up for an automatic cloud backup service three years ago.

The system uploaded footage to an offsite server on its own every sixty minutes.”

“He forgot all about it?” I asked.

“He was paying eighty-four dollars a year on auto-renew and had forgotten the cloud account even existed,” Mitchell said.

“He gave us his master login yesterday without a lawyer in the room.”

The ceiling monitor flickered from black to a crisp, high-definition two-camera feed.

“This first file was recorded at nine fourteen on Saturday morning,” Mitchell said, dimming the overhead lights with a switch on the wall.