and Elm, right in the heart of the downtown grid. But my mother’s device didn’t ping a downtown tower at 9:24 p.m. It pinged a localized low-frequency node in the middle of Oakbrook Estates, an exclusive gated suburb 12 miles away from the crash site.”
I looked up at him.
“My mother didn’t see me running from the wreckage, Detective Vance, because my mother was sitting in her own living room drinking Cabernet while she committed felony obstruction of justice and filed a false police report to frame
