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The Interpol officer spins the cliptop around with a look of embarrassment, then sends a defiant look at Reynolds, but Reynolds is already across the threshold.

“Sir,” he says, filling the doorway with his powerful frame. He raises a hand up the stairs. “Would you and your son please show us your network setups.”

It’s obviously not a question, but I cement myself between him and my son. “Patrick didn’t get home until after this started. He has nothing to do with it.”

I mean to again make the point that my system was hacked, not the other way around, but Reynolds tilts his head down at me as if I was a child having a tantrum. “Sir, we have a warrant. I don’t know what you’ve done, that’s not my concern, but I do know you’re in enough trouble already. Don’t make it worse.”