recipients can view it. Anywhere from one to ten seconds. Then it supposedly disappears.”
A dull spike of tension started to hammer in Cam’s left temple. “Supposedly?”
“Well…” Kohler again rubbed his neck, albeit gingerly. “There are glitches. It takes minimal skill to retrieve a photo or video after it’s supposed to disappear. And if a viewer doesn’t open the snap it can exist on the Snapchat server for thirty days. There are also utilities that a viewer can use to save a sent snap without notifying the sender.”
The ramifications were clear. “So any one of Pals’ viewers could have saved it and sent it out to their own viewers without Pals being aware of it.”
“Pretty much.”
“Appreciate it. Hang on to the phones. I’ll let you know if we need more.”
“No problem.”
Cam watched the other man amble off for a moment, his mind working furiously as he mentally switched gears. That meeting with Gonzalez seemed even more important than ever, and she wasn’t going to be pleased with this news. It occurred that he’d lost the last argument he’d had with her regarding media releases when she’d released Sophie’s offender profile to the public. It had been that act, Cam was convinced, that had drawn Vance’s attention to Sophie and led to her abduction.
Pivoting, he pulled out his own cell and called Jenna as he made his way to the area housing the interview rooms. When she answered, he wasted no time. “Where are you on the forensic sketches with Pals and Adams?”
“I’m finishing with Spencer right now. He’s done a terrific job. You’ll be interested in the composite sketch that’s emerging.”
Her comment was laden with meaning, but right now there was only one aspect about Pals that concerned him. “I’m on my way. Keep him there.”
“You got it. We’re in interview room four.”
Slipping the phone back in his pocket, he lengthened his stride. The minute Pals sent those photos he’d compromised the agency’s options when it came to public dissemination of information about last night. Before seeing Gonzalez, Cam knew he’d better be armed with the full extent of the potential damage those photos might cause.
His mood darkened. Kohler might be in love with all new facets of technology, but there were times when it was just a major pain in the ass.
Slowing in front of interview door four, Cam gave a perfunctory rap before entering. The first person in the room that he noted was Jason Drew, legal counsel for IPI Home Products. The attorney was wearing a suit that Cam suspected cost more than everything in Cam’s closet combined. The man had been at the scene last night, too. The elder Pals was apparently too busy to tend to the minor matter of his son being chased by a gun-wielding necrophiliac. Normally the realization would have elicited a stab of empathy. Right now, however, compassion was the last thing he was feeling toward the kid currently twisting in his seat to check out the new arrival.
He sent a questioning gaze to Jenna, who had risen from her seat next to Spencer and approached him with a sheet in her hand. “All done. Spencer’s been a trooper.” She handed the composite sketch to Cam and he glanced at it, familiarity striking him with the force of a blow.
The subject in the sketch had some significant differences from the one Jenna had done with a witness in Edina, the one Cam had shown to Jonah last night. This man wasn’t wearing a hat, and his dark hair was shorter. The features weren’t arranged in a pleasant mask this time, but twisted in rage. However, the nose was the same, as was the slightly narrowed jaw and the mouth that Sophie had dubbed ‘sensitive’.
After studying the drawing for a moment he handed it back to Jenna, careful to keep his face expressionless. He rounded the table then, nodding to the attorney. “Mr. Drew. Spencer. I want to
A dull spike of tension started to hammer in Cam’s left temple. “Supposedly?”
“Well…” Kohler again rubbed his neck, albeit gingerly. “There are glitches. It takes minimal skill to retrieve a photo or video after it’s supposed to disappear. And if a viewer doesn’t open the snap it can exist on the Snapchat server for thirty days. There are also utilities that a viewer can use to save a sent snap without notifying the sender.”
The ramifications were clear. “So any one of Pals’ viewers could have saved it and sent it out to their own viewers without Pals being aware of it.”
“Pretty much.”
“Appreciate it. Hang on to the phones. I’ll let you know if we need more.”
“No problem.”
Cam watched the other man amble off for a moment, his mind working furiously as he mentally switched gears. That meeting with Gonzalez seemed even more important than ever, and she wasn’t going to be pleased with this news. It occurred that he’d lost the last argument he’d had with her regarding media releases when she’d released Sophie’s offender profile to the public. It had been that act, Cam was convinced, that had drawn Vance’s attention to Sophie and led to her abduction.
Pivoting, he pulled out his own cell and called Jenna as he made his way to the area housing the interview rooms. When she answered, he wasted no time. “Where are you on the forensic sketches with Pals and Adams?”
“I’m finishing with Spencer right now. He’s done a terrific job. You’ll be interested in the composite sketch that’s emerging.”
Her comment was laden with meaning, but right now there was only one aspect about Pals that concerned him. “I’m on my way. Keep him there.”
“You got it. We’re in interview room four.”
Slipping the phone back in his pocket, he lengthened his stride. The minute Pals sent those photos he’d compromised the agency’s options when it came to public dissemination of information about last night. Before seeing Gonzalez, Cam knew he’d better be armed with the full extent of the potential damage those photos might cause.
His mood darkened. Kohler might be in love with all new facets of technology, but there were times when it was just a major pain in the ass.
Slowing in front of interview door four, Cam gave a perfunctory rap before entering. The first person in the room that he noted was Jason Drew, legal counsel for IPI Home Products. The attorney was wearing a suit that Cam suspected cost more than everything in Cam’s closet combined. The man had been at the scene last night, too. The elder Pals was apparently too busy to tend to the minor matter of his son being chased by a gun-wielding necrophiliac. Normally the realization would have elicited a stab of empathy. Right now, however, compassion was the last thing he was feeling toward the kid currently twisting in his seat to check out the new arrival.
He sent a questioning gaze to Jenna, who had risen from her seat next to Spencer and approached him with a sheet in her hand. “All done. Spencer’s been a trooper.” She handed the composite sketch to Cam and he glanced at it, familiarity striking him with the force of a blow.
The subject in the sketch had some significant differences from the one Jenna had done with a witness in Edina, the one Cam had shown to Jonah last night. This man wasn’t wearing a hat, and his dark hair was shorter. The features weren’t arranged in a pleasant mask this time, but twisted in rage. However, the nose was the same, as was the slightly narrowed jaw and the mouth that Sophie had dubbed ‘sensitive’.
After studying the drawing for a moment he handed it back to Jenna, careful to keep his face expressionless. He rounded the table then, nodding to the attorney. “Mr. Drew. Spencer. I want to
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