Emma burst into Ethan’s room thirty minutes later, the phone pressing sharply into her palm. He jumped up from where he’d been sitting at his desk, his mouth open round in surprise. She whipped the wig off
her scalp and threw it down in victory, unable to wipe the grin from her face.
Ethan stared at the BlackBerry in her hand, then looked up at her wonderingly. “What . . .”
“It’s Travis’s phone!” She quickly explained what had happened, leaving out the fact that she’d had to faux-seduce him.
“Emma, you’re amazing!” Ethan took the phone, a smile spreading across his face. She sank to the edge of his bed, running her fingers through her mussed-up hair. There wasn’t enough soap in the world to
get the memory of Travis off her skin—but it was worth it. She’d gotten the phone.
Ethan’s fingers danced over the BlackBerry’s keys, and she held her breath, watching him carefully. After a minute, he shook his head. “It looks like his text history and his e-mails have been cleared
pretty recently.”
Emma’s heart sank. “So it was all for nothing?”
“Not necessarily.” Ethan popped the SD card out of its slot and held it pinched between his thumb and index finger. “That stuff stays forever, if you know how to look for it. And it just so happens that
your boyfriend is sort of a techno-geek.” He shot her a grin as he stepped toward his computer.
“What are you doing?” Emma said.
Ethan stopped. “Plugging it in. Don’t you want to see what’s on it?”
“But . . . shouldn’t we take it to the library or something?” Anxiety streaked through her. “What if someone can trace it to your computer? I don’t want it to look like you had anything to do with
stealing it.”
He shook his head impatiently. “The nearest branch is closed for the night. We can’t wait for tomorrow. Emma, this could answer all our questions. This could be the solution we’ve been looking for!”
She rubbed her palms into her eyes. Then she nodded. “Okay. You’re right. Plug it in.”
Ethan turned back to his laptop, inserted the card into a small device, and plugged it into the USB port. Instantly a window popped open on his screen, listing the contents of the phone. Ethan clicked to view
all the files at once—and blushed a vibrant red as Travis’s entire pornography collection opened on his desktop.
He lunged forward, covering the monitor with his torso to shield it from her view. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, fumbling to close all the images. Emma’s own face was burning, too, but she couldn’t keep a
nervous giggle from escaping.
“That was all on his phone?” she exclaimed. “Like, that’s what he takes with him everywhere he goes?”
“Just let me . . .” Ethan kept hiding the monitor from her with his body, typing furiously. The back of his neck was scarlet. And suddenly, Emma couldn’t help herself—she laughed. After all she’d been
through, after everything that had happened, they were so close to finding out the truth. The only thing stopping them was a few hundred pictures of boobs.
By the time Ethan managed to close all the pictures, Emma had reined in her laughter. She moved closer to his desk and put a hand on his shoulder. He was still bright red with discomfort and was looking
carefully away from her. “That was like my worst nightmare come true,” he muttered.
She looked at the monitor over his shoulder. “Was there room for anything else on his phone?”
“We’ll find out.” Ethan’s fingers flew deftly over the keyboard. He typed in several commands she didn’t understand, then paused for a moment before striking hard on the “enter” button with his index
finger. Pages of texts and e-mails immediately shot open. Her jaw dropped.
“Now who’s amazing?” she breathed, leaning down to kiss his cheek. His flush, which had started to drain away, brightened again.
The most recent texts included an exchange between Travis and a girl named “Sapphire” that started with the line HEY GIRL WHUT U WEARIN? Ethan made a disgusted face. “You lived with this guy?”
“Child Protective Services didn’t exactly give me a lot of choice,” Emma said, leaning over. “What’s in his e-mail from back in August?”
He hesitated. “We’re not accidentally going to find naked pictures of him on here, are we?”
She grimaced. “I never said this would be easy.”
Emma watched as Ethan scrolled down to the e-mails from August. All of Travis’s friends had e-mail addresses like markdogg69 or bluntmeister. She rolled her eyes. Then she saw it. On August twenty-ninth,
someone named hollier_hell had sent a message with the subject line Check this out.
She lifted a trembling finger to point to it. Ethan’s eyes widened. “‘Hollier_hell’?”
She tucked her hair behind her ears, catching a lock in her hands and twirling it around her finger. “Open it.”
Ethan double-clicked on the message.