“She kept the original backup drive out of harm’s way,” Sarah said.

On the left monitor, the forensic tech in Nashville lifted a surgical scalpel off his stainless steel tray.

The camera zoomed in on the gray stuffed rabbit lying under the white lamp.

Ethan’s face flickered at the edge of the feed, his mouth hanging a little open, every bit of the polished corporate calm drained out of his eyes.

“First layer is foam batting,” the tech’s voice came through the little desk speaker.

“Getting to layer two.”