Flour, blood, broken glass, and preserved lemons covered the floor.

On the counter, my phone suddenly lit up with a bright blue glow.

It was vibrating against the stone.

The screen showed an incoming call from an unknown number.

Beneath the caller ID, a notification banner popped up from my security system app.

*External drive connection detected on network.*

My breath hitched.

The basement stairs led to the old server room where I kept my offline backups.

Harris wasn’t just trying to escape.

He was downloading my entire life.

I stared at the blue light of my phone.

The text on the screen did not change.

“Officer,” I said, my voice barely a rasp.

The young officer who had helped me up turned around.

His name tag read Vance.

“What is it, ma’am?” Vance asked, his hand resting near his holster.

“Harris,” I said, pointing at the screen. “He’s in my basement.”

Vance frowned, looking toward the open hallway that led to the front door.

“Detective Harris went outside to coordinate the transport,” Vance said.

“He didn’t go outside,” I said. “He went down the back stairs.”