The Forgotten Tablet in a Nashville Bedroom That Saved Two Abandoned Children

“Some people keep shopping lists.

Your ex-wife kept GPS pins.” He swung the laptop around toward me.

A map of the Caribbean filled the screen.

A blue dot sat on the coast of St.

Barthélemy.

“Eden Rock,” Marcus said.

“Oceanfront villa.

The tablet recorded those coordinates every night from the ninth to the twelfth.”