My Granddaughter Called Me At 2 A.m. From An Intake Office

Not on Emma, but on Victoria Hartwell.

Something had always felt off about her. Her stories about her past were vague. No family to speak of, a nondescript upbringing in Ohio. It was all a little too clean.

I made a few calls to old colleagues, favors I hadn’t cashed in for decades. One of them, a digital forensic expert named Marcus, owed me big time.continue reading …