“The video recording of when you were shot with the spear gun? Is there any possibility the FBI has seen it?” Donoghue directs this at me but it’s Lucy who answers.

“I don’t know how. They’ve never been in possession of the recorder. They couldn’t have seen the video unless someone turned it over to them.”

“The same way this recording was turned over to you?” Donoghue asks. “I need to know exactly how you got it but I don’t want to hear about it with Janet in the room. She’s not protected.”

“I could leave,” Janet offers.

“Stay,” Lucy says to her. “The recording wasn’t turned over to me,” she says to Donoghue.

“Please explain.”

“Suffice it to say I have access to it and the FBI couldn’t unless they have the mask. And they don’t.”

“I don’t see how they could,” I agree with Lucy. “By the time the FBI showed up on the scene the mask was long gone. Other responding police divers had looked and had no luck based on what Benton’s told me. It’s probably safe to assume that Carrie might have gotten her hands on the mask. She would have recognized the embedded mini-recorder. If nothing else she might have expected I would have one.”

“If Carrie has the mask,” Donoghue says, “then she’s seen the recording.”

“Yes,” Lucy says, nodding. “You should assume she has.”

“And she couldn’t have tampered with the recording you have?”

“No. When the camera was running it live streamed to a device. I won’t say what or where,” she says and I again think of her sudden trip to Bermuda. “But the instant Aunt Kay turned the camera on it began to live stream the video to a designated device. That link has been deactivated and the device is untraceable with more firewalls around it than the Pentagon. May I see your phone please?” she asks Donoghue.

“Might I ask why?”

“Please,” Lucy says, and Donoghue hands the phone to her. “What’s your password? I can figure it out but it would be quicker if you give it to me.”

Donoghue does as she asks. “Is this a test to see if I really trust you?”

“I don’t have time for tests.” Lucy enters the password and starts typing in the glass display. “I’m assuming you’d like to see what was recorded.” She looks at us. “I’ve kept it out of e-mail, basically off the Internet with the exception of my transmitting the data over a secure wireless network they’ll never trace to me as I just explained. In summary the Feds do not have this. I’ve made sure they will never ever have this.”

“This?” I ask.

“What the camera on your mask recorded when Carrie shot you,” Janet says and she’s obviously watched it, and that dismays me.