Kaelen's POV
The tech room buzzed with activity around me. Three computer screens glowed blue in the dim light, casting shadows across the faces of my technicians. Lines of code moved across the main wall display faster than I could follow. These people knew their job. They better know their job.
I stood with my arms folded, watching every move they made. Waiting for answers.
Ten cell phones lay spread across the metal table in front of them. Each device sealed in a clear evidence bag. Each one tagged with a name. Each one might hold the key to finding who wanted my mother dead.
"Beginning the deep scan now, Alpha," said Miller, the lead tech. His thick glasses kept slipping down his nose. He pushed them back up and started typing rapidly.
"Get everything," I ordered. "Text messages. Phone calls. Deleted data. Apps. Bank records. Every piece of information on those devices."
