pulling up the files of her recent purchases. Beaming, she found exactly what she was looking for - a shoe purchase made at 8:51 the night of the incident. David got excited then, hacking the webpage to reveal her IP at the time of the purchase.
They were both giggling and hugging each other when David suddenly paused, clicking a different area on his screens, his face suddenly going serious. Sarah ignored him, too giddy to care.
“This is it! A foolproof alibi! I’m saved!”
“ Shhh !” David suddenly hissed. Sarah looked at him, a little put out.
“Well fine, don’t be excited for me.”
“It’s not that,” he said, flipping through pages and screens in a blur that amazed Sarah. “Sarah, I’ve picked up a tracer.”
“What?” Sarah asked.
“A tracer,” he said, his voice getting tight. “Someone tagged me back when we were looking at your purchases.” He turned to look at her, his eyes wide. “I can’t shake them. Any minute now the person on the other end is going to know exactly where we are.”
“What!” Sarah cried, her voice cracking shrilly. “Who is -”
“Police! Open up!”
They both paled, looking to each other. “Davey,” Sarah said, her voice getting soft and quiet. “What do we do?”
“Just stay here!” He hissed back, sprinting from the chair for the door. “Coming!” He yelled, darting out into the room as the wall swung back shut.
Sarah closed her eyes, her breath coming too fast for her to hear the sounds from the other room. Then she heard a voice that she knew all too well. Detective Snyder was talking to her brother. She held her breath, wishing that her heart would pound quieter.
“-must have the wrong address,” David was saying. “I’m just getting ready to head out.”
“I’m sure you won’t mind me having a look around then,” the detective replied. Sarah could hear boots and footsteps wandering all through David’s loft. Then, suddenly she heard shoes come close to the wall. She pushed her hands over her mouth, desperate to keep her breathing under control.
“This is an odd spot to have pizza sauce,” the detective said, and Sarah almost squeaked in panic. David started to speak, but neither was fast enough. The detective triggered the door and it swung open, revealing Sarah and the computer lounge to the world.
Sarah’s eyes met the detectives, and for one moment he actually looked surprised. Then he glowered. “Ms. Gaul, interesting to find you here.”
She gulped hard, letting her hands drop down to her lap. “I might say the same of you.”
He shrugged, his eyes traveling over the complex computer hub before him. “We placed a tracer on your accounts, just in case you tried to make a run for it.” He glanced at David across the room. “Someone here triggered that trace earlier today.”
“I can explain!” Sarah said, rising from her chair. “I’ve got an alibi, I just had to -”
“Sarah!” David yelled, his eyebrows raising. “What are you doing? Don’t say anything!”
Sarah suddenly blushed. Angela was going to be so angry. Detective Snyder raised an eyebrow. “You’re accomplice is right. Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
Sarah paled and looked at her brother in a panic. “He’s not my accomplice! He’s just my brother, he’s just -” Her voice drifted
They were both giggling and hugging each other when David suddenly paused, clicking a different area on his screens, his face suddenly going serious. Sarah ignored him, too giddy to care.
“This is it! A foolproof alibi! I’m saved!”
“ Shhh !” David suddenly hissed. Sarah looked at him, a little put out.
“Well fine, don’t be excited for me.”
“It’s not that,” he said, flipping through pages and screens in a blur that amazed Sarah. “Sarah, I’ve picked up a tracer.”
“What?” Sarah asked.
“A tracer,” he said, his voice getting tight. “Someone tagged me back when we were looking at your purchases.” He turned to look at her, his eyes wide. “I can’t shake them. Any minute now the person on the other end is going to know exactly where we are.”
“What!” Sarah cried, her voice cracking shrilly. “Who is -”
“Police! Open up!”
They both paled, looking to each other. “Davey,” Sarah said, her voice getting soft and quiet. “What do we do?”
“Just stay here!” He hissed back, sprinting from the chair for the door. “Coming!” He yelled, darting out into the room as the wall swung back shut.
Sarah closed her eyes, her breath coming too fast for her to hear the sounds from the other room. Then she heard a voice that she knew all too well. Detective Snyder was talking to her brother. She held her breath, wishing that her heart would pound quieter.
“-must have the wrong address,” David was saying. “I’m just getting ready to head out.”
“I’m sure you won’t mind me having a look around then,” the detective replied. Sarah could hear boots and footsteps wandering all through David’s loft. Then, suddenly she heard shoes come close to the wall. She pushed her hands over her mouth, desperate to keep her breathing under control.
“This is an odd spot to have pizza sauce,” the detective said, and Sarah almost squeaked in panic. David started to speak, but neither was fast enough. The detective triggered the door and it swung open, revealing Sarah and the computer lounge to the world.
Sarah’s eyes met the detectives, and for one moment he actually looked surprised. Then he glowered. “Ms. Gaul, interesting to find you here.”
She gulped hard, letting her hands drop down to her lap. “I might say the same of you.”
He shrugged, his eyes traveling over the complex computer hub before him. “We placed a tracer on your accounts, just in case you tried to make a run for it.” He glanced at David across the room. “Someone here triggered that trace earlier today.”
“I can explain!” Sarah said, rising from her chair. “I’ve got an alibi, I just had to -”
“Sarah!” David yelled, his eyebrows raising. “What are you doing? Don’t say anything!”
Sarah suddenly blushed. Angela was going to be so angry. Detective Snyder raised an eyebrow. “You’re accomplice is right. Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
Sarah paled and looked at her brother in a panic. “He’s not my accomplice! He’s just my brother, he’s just -” Her voice drifted
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