In retrospect, that was probably a good thing. The last thing my family needs is to have our name dragged through the mud on television.

“Yes, I’m sorry about that,” Audrey says. “Airing that wasn’t my call.”

“But it was your call to submit the footage?”

“That’s WBBJ policy. Producers have the final say on what airs.” Yet she does look like she feels a little guilty. “But this is your chance to control the narrative. To put your best foot forward.”

“I’m not supposed to be speaking to the press.”

I turn to make sure Sophia has heard that too, but she’s already snuck off to open a box of cookies and set more cold sodas on the counter.

“But the criminal case is over, right?” Audrey pulls my focus back to her. “No crime, no case. So what’s the harm in speaking to me now?”

I gape at her. “I’m getting death threats!” I hiss, lowering my voice to keep from causing a scene. “My school got a bomb threat today! The footage you aired of me hasn’t made any of that better, and more publicity will only bring even more psychos out of the woods.”

“You’re getting death threats?” She pulls her phone from her pocket and begins typing one handed. “When did that—”

“Stop! You can’t report that. It’s off the record.”

“You have to tell a reporter that something is off the record before you say it.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m underage. My mom’s a cop. You don’t have permission to interview me. So put your phone away.”

Audrey’s eyes narrow, and I get the distinct impression that she’s finally taking me seriously. “Go on camera, and I won’t mention the death threats.”

“Most of the threats are being posted in public. Anyone who wants to know about them already knows. And I’ve already told you I can’t talk about the baby. There may not be a criminal case, but they’re still trying to ID her, and—”

“You don’t have to talk about any of that. Just tell us about the vigil. Give me something to air, other than this background footage. Let the world see your face.”

“Why would the world want to see my face?”

“Because you found a dead baby. Your mother’s the detective in charge. Until we find out who the baby’s family is, your family is the story.” She shrugs. “If you go on camera, the story about the vigil will get more airtime. The station will post it online.”

Sophia waves her arms over her head at me from behind Audrey’s back. Do it! she mouths. And suddenly I realize everyone’s looking at me. Including Landry. Waiting to see whether I’m truly willing to help the cause.