Jim started tracing the lines. “The friend, Brookes, is telling the truth, or at least her suppositions are right. Looks like Ethan Montclair was trying to drive his wife batty. All of the traffic from the past couple of days, and before, is coming out of the Montclairs’ house. All the contact with the reviewer, all the contact with the blogger, all the contact with the friends, and with us, is shooting through the router in Ethan Montclair’s office. The emails, the phone calls, the whole shebang.”

“How is that possible?”

“A very sophisticated VPN, a virtual private network, which I was able to trace back to Ethan Montclair’s world. He purchased the program over a year ago. We have the credit card statements going back three years, so we looked for anomalies and found this. Also, he bought spoofing equipment, so he could make calls to the house look like they came from outside, and burner phones. There’s a rather sophisticated keystroke analysis program on Sutton Montclair’s computer, too. Everything she did, every move she made, he’s been tracking. All the files are on the router, in a hidden directory.”

Holly couldn’t help but think of Montclair’s beseeching eyes when he’d asked her, “Is it possible for passwords to be changed remotely?”

“How hidden?”

“Took me about an hour to find it once I knew what I was looking for. The IP address on the email view wasn’t a fluke. It looks like Mr. Montclair is behind this whole thing, and was betting on us not finding this hidden directory. It’s a slam dunk, Graham. Dude’s guilty as hell.”

Moreno shut the file in front of him. “We’re in a unique situation, Officer Graham. We’ve done this backward. Mr. Montclair gave us permission to search his files and his wife’s computer, something we’d normally need a warrant to do. We’ve found enough to open a possible homicide investigation. We are getting a warrant right now to search the house. We’re also revisiting the baby’s death. Carlie’s on that.”

The older woman nodded. “If you can believe it, some of the tissue samples haven’t been run yet. Though the case was ruled SIDS, the official COD hasn’t been stated. There are still some outstanding tests. We’ve asked for them to be finished and sent as soon as possible.” She checked her watch, a large dial with a white band. “Speaking of...I’m off to go run them down. Welcome to the team, Graham.”

“Thanks. Good luck.” She turned back to the rest of them. “What about the phone? Ivy Brookes told me we’d find photos of physical abuse on Sutton Montclair’s phone.”

Jim opened a new screen. “It’s not enough for court, but there are some indications. Have a look.”