I reach for my purse and grab Angela’s phone, but I keep the micro SD card to myself. Whoever is watching us might be the same person who killed Angela. I hand the phone over to Steve for advice. His eyebrows raise, puzzled.

“A few days after Angela was murdered, I went out by the Pike. I found Angela’s phone. I didn’t turn it in because I ran into some officers and they threatened to charge me with trespassing. They had me by gunpoint. I froze. I didn’t want them to think I was messing with evidence, so I kept it.”

Dean stays silent, but the tips of his ears are red. He’s mad I kept this from him. I’ve kept a lot from him lately.

“You could have been killed. And you keeping it is messing with evidence.” Steve shakes his head.

I show Steve the texts and videos. As Dean looks over Steve’s shoulder, a confused look is on his face. I know I should give up the micro SD card, but then I’d have to admit I broke in to Herron Media.

I wait patiently for Steve to give me direction about how to get Angela’s phone in the hands of the police. Maybe take it back to the South Seafood Packing building and give Beverly a tip. Something that keeps me out of it.

Steve gets up, then passes over today’s newspaper.

I look at today’s headline: MANHUNT.

I skim the story for updates, but there’s nothing new. Until I see it. They say they’ve located her cell phone. A lie! I gasp and quickly finish the article.

Maybe they’ve stopped looking for Angela’s killer and settled on Jamal? There will be no justice for how she was left injured, attacked, and thrown away. Now it’s not just about freeing Jamal, but giving Angela justice.

AT A CROSSROADS

Dean gives me the silent treatment as we leave Steve’s new office. He was the first person to show up to the police station when everything went down with Jamal, but I’ve kept him out of the loop. I know it’s not fair, but he’d want to stop me from looking into things. And now I know I can’t tell him I’ve been communicating with Jamal.

“I’m sorry I haven’t shared everything,” I finally say.

“That was dangerous to go out to the Pike alone. You should’ve called me.” Dean’s eyebrows knit together. We feel distant and I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed him.

“It was the day of Angela’s memorial—you know I couldn’t stay. I felt like I needed to do something, so I went to the Pike. Only found her phone on accident.”