Back Fatal Jeopardy
Chapters (27)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Praise
  4. Booklist
  5. Dear Reader
  6. Dedication
  7. Acknowledgments
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Epilogue
  24. Fatal Series Q&A
  25. About Fatal series
  26. About the Author
  27. Carina Press BPA

“Get on the computer and open the WilsonSeniors account.”

“I really can’t do that.”

“Yes, you really can. The FBI has tracked the IP address for that account to this house, so we know it’s you. Now get on the computer and open the account before I lose my patience.”

“You don’t want that to happen,” Freddie said. “She can be a bit trigger-happy when she loses her patience.”

Brody wisely sighed and moved toward the laptop on a desk strewn with books and papers. He pressed the space bar to bring the computer to life and clicked around until the WilsonSeniors account opened.

“Take down the video and pictures from the party at Hugo Springer’s house.”

“What the fuck? We were just having some fun.”

“Take. Them. Down. Now.”

He did as he was told while Sam watched carefully to make sure he didn’t miss anything.

“Now take them off all the other sites you manage. And if we find that you missed any, we’ll be adding to the list of charges you’re already facing.”

It took more than ten minutes, but Brody systematically went through each social media site and removed the pictures and video.

“Where’s your cell phone?” Sam asked.

“Um, on the charger?”

“Hand it over.”

“What the hell for?”

“I assume you used it to record that video and take those pictures?”

Brody looked down at the floor, which was littered with sneakers and clothes and takeout coffee cups and other crap.

“What’ve you done, Brody?” his mother asked from the door. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at her son.

“Nothing, Mom.”

“You told me you weren’t at the party where Hugo was killed. Was that a lie?”

Brody crossed his arms and stared mulishly at the wall, which was covered with snowboarding posters and pictures of women in skimpy bikinis.

From the doorway, Gonzo nodded to Sam.

“Brody Mitchell, you have the right to remain silent,” Sam said as she cuffed him. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”

“Wait a minute! I’m under arrest? For what?”

“For filming a gang rape, for one thing, and not doing anything to stop it or provide aid to the girl,” Gonzo said. “You’re also one of the only people who got out of that party alive. Suffice to say we’ve got a few questions for you.”

“He’s a minor!” Mrs. Mitchell said. “You can’t just haul him out of here like a criminal.”

“He may be a minor, but he witnessed a gang rape and did nothing at all to stop it,” Gonzo said. “Rather, he filmed it and posted the images to social media, so he faces felony rape and video voyeurism charges. He’s also a potential suspect in mass murder.”