Six-Year-Old Mia Called 911 From a Locked White House—Then Three Dates and a Phone Setting Changed Her Mother’s Account
The mailbox.
The flowerpot.
The road information and call-location data that allowed confirmation.
I read her question about Derek and her request that he not come into her room.
I read her answers that he was not there and had not entered that morning.
Derek looked up.
“I wasn’t there.”
“She didn’t say you were,” the detective answered.