Even if they ran a test, the only fingerprints they’d find would be Shirley’s and the boy’s.
It had nothing to do with her.
“Go ahead,” Charlotte said. She didn’t even look at Karan, whose face was already starting to show a triumphant little smirk.
“Yes.”
The two researchers following along didn’t waste a second. They pulled on their white gloves and got right to work.
One of them took Shirley’s phone and switched on some odd-looking gadget they had brought along. It was new and kind of futuristic, but anyone could tell it was meant for testing something.
With the whole crowd watching, plus all those cameras pointed at them, a researcher sprayed a clear liquid all over Shirley’s phone.
Barely two minutes passed, and suddenly, several fingerprints shimmered to life on the previously spotless screen.
The other researcher collected prints from the boy and from Shirley.
They slipped the test strips into the device, and just like that, the results popped up on the screen.
Two matches.
One was Shirley.
The other was the boy who had stolen the phone.
Nobody else.
The room fell quiet, everyone glancing at each other in confusion.
What was going on?
If there were only those two sets of prints, then it meant Karan had never even touched the phone.
So the text messages had nothing to do with her.
“So that’s your big evidence?”
Seeing the result, Karan’s tension vanished. She tilted her head and let out a cold little laugh. “Honestly, Charlotte, I should thank you for proving me innocent in front of everyone.”
Charlotte’s eyes narrowed slightly, something unreadable flickering there, but she kept her cool, like always.
“No surveillance. No fingerprints. Nothing connects me,” Karan said, finally feeling bold enough to face everyone directly. “I have nothing to do with this, and I won’t tolerate being accused of things I didn’t do.”
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