Landon went completely still, his hands resting flat on the table.

“Specifically, terminal B,” Miller said. “Right next to the gate for your flight to South Carolina.”

“That… that doesn’t prove it was me,” Landon stammered, his face flushing red. “My mother was right there with me. She could have used my phone, or maybe she had my login.”

“We also recovered the biometric data,” Miller said, pointing to a line on the paper. “The security app on your phone requires a facial scan or a fingerprint to authorize system overrides.”

The interrogation room went completely silent, save for the low hum of the building’s ventilation system.

“Unless your mother cut off your thumb or stole your face, Landon, you authorized those commands,” Miller said.

Landon stared at the paper as if it were a venomous snake.

His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

“You knew she was in there,” Miller said, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “You knew the baby was in there with no heat, and you turned off the cameras so you wouldn’t have to watch them while you drank cocktails.”