“Your father’s lawyer called the station commander forty minutes ago,” Miller said.

“He wanted to know if any official statements had been filed.”

“No statements have been filed by my office,” I said.

I took the black metal drive out of my pocket and laid it in the middle of the table between us.

“This has high-definition ambient audio recorded from the property line at four forty-five on Sunday afternoon,” I said.

Miller picked up the metal drive and turned it over between two thick fingers.