“She said that’s why we couldn’t buy the new car last month.”

“Your mother has been lying to you, Daniel,” I said.

“And she used me as a shield.”

The officer’s tablet screen suddenly flashed red, a new warning banner stretching across the top.

“Sir, the download has finished,” the officer said.

“And a secondary program has just been initiated on her home computer.”

“What kind of program?” Hayes asked.

“A remote wipe,” the officer said.

“She is erasing her entire hard drive.”

“Can you stop it?” I asked, stepping closer to the table.

“I am trying to block the signal, but she is doing it from a hardwired connection,” the officer said.

His fingers tapped furiously on the keys.

“If she wipes that drive, we lose the original templates for the forged DNA test,” I said.

“We need that physical evidence,” Hayes agreed.

“Get the transport ready,” Hayes ordered the guard at the door.

“We are going to Oakcrest Drive.”

Daniel reached out, grabbing my sleeve.

“Morgan, please,” he begged. “Don’t do this.”

I pulled my arm away from his grip.