I followed her.
She pointed beneath the edge of the railing.
There, carefully hidden against the wood, was a tiny camera.
It was aimed directly at my front door.
“Is that yours?”
“No.”
My legs went weak.
The case.
The disc.
Now a hidden camera.
This was not an estranged uncle secretly trying to reconnect with his nephew.
Derek was watching us.
Planning something.
The police brought Ethan and me to the station while specialists examined everything.
At first, I assumed the black disc was some kind of tracker.
It wasn’t.
It was literally a key.
The black case had an electronic lock.
The disc behind Ethan’s ear opened it.
Derek had hidden the key on a place no mother would normally search.
Later, Ethan remembered exactly what Derek had told him.
“You’re going to need this when you take the box to your dad’s things.”
