That was the non-tech way of doing things, Cami noted, but Guy handed it over without any argument. Cami realized that was because he was totally confused. He’d had the rug ripped from under him. Connor had timed his attack in such a way that he hadn’t been able to think of any reason why not to give him what he needed.
Connor looked through, nodding slightly.
“You clearly found out her phone number. You could have found where she lived.” Connor sounded dismissive of this argument. “And you’ve messaged a few women. I see here that you also messaged the other murder victim, looking to meet up and get close.”
Cami opened her eyes wide. Surely that was a common thread.
“Look, man, I didn’t even know. Who is the other victim? I don’t know!” Now, Guy sounded frantic.
“Maybe you do know.” In contrast, Connor was implacable.
“I have no idea!”
“Well, then, where were you last night?” Now Connor’s voice was intense. It was scything through the silence, cutting through Guy’s horrified gasps.
“And on Sunday night. I need a detailed account. I need you to tell me your exact movements. Your exact timeline. If you have proof, you will provide that proof. Now!”
There was a resounding silence.
Cami felt her heart accelerating. She felt as if she’d been the one interrogated. That was what it had felt like. It had been terrifying and intimidating. It was astonishing to watch the interaction. It was like watching a high stakes game, where there was everything to lose or win.
Her hacking the phone might have gotten them a step further, but it was Connor that had pushed it, who had pushed this guy to the point where he was no longer ready to deny.
Would he confess? Or would he provide proof? The silence stretched to a breaking point.