My sister framed me for a hit-and-run—and my parents expected me to take the blame, until the truth came out and changed everything

a severely injured mother in the ICU, a destroyed civilian vehicle, and a district attorney who is going to want a watertight conviction by sunrise. You can either spend the next six months subpoenaing Apple, fighting my lawyers for cloud decryption keys, and praying your circumstantial eyewitness holds up in cross-examination.

“Or you can unlock my right hand, hand me the plastic bin sitting in your evidence locker, and let me solve your case in the next four minutes.”

Vance looked at the two-way mirror.

I knew exactly what he