(Nathaniel)
I looked at Amelia, remembering every message she'd received since returning to New York. Someone had known where she lived, where Ethan went to school, and when we were together. Now police had found a phone connected to those threats in a room Rebecca had rented. We finally had something that could lead directly to the person responsible.
"Are they certain it's the same number?"
"Yes."
"Can they get into the phone?"
"Not immediately."
Daniel explained that officers were collecting the device as evidence. They would examine it for messages, calls, and anything else that could identify who had been using it. The number matched, but that didn't prove Rebecca had sent every message herself.
Amelia stepped closer. "Ask whether the phone was switched on." She looked at me be
