staircase. A sock with no twin buried in the couch cushions. Over the past year, those things have been tidied—not all at once, but gradually, as they’ve been discovered—and there is no Sebastian here anymore to mess everything up again. Which is why nobody’s allowed to touch his mudroom cubby, or his bedroom. Daniela still comes every Friday, but now she’s in and out in record time.
“Ma’am Marin, it would be okay for me to come every two weeks?” Daniela once asked shyly, a few months after Sebastian was taken. “The house not so much messy right now.”
“Every week is still fine,” Marin told her. She didn’t want the young woman to lose half the income she’d come to expect from them. “Do whatever needs to be done, and it’s okay to leave early if there isn’t much. I’ll still pay you for the full clean.”
Daniela often wears Bluetooth earbuds when she works, mostly to listen to music, but sometimes she talks on the phone. “Aqui ya no queda much que hacer,” Marin heard her say once, to whomever she was speaking to, as she dusted bookshelves that didn’t need dusting. “Me siento mal de haber tomar su dinero.”
There’s nothing much to do now. I feel bad for taking their money.
Marin brews tea in an oversize mug. She carries it upstairs to the master bedroom, where she settles herself onto the king-size bed and reaches for her MacBook Air. Like the rest of the house, the bedroom has been decorated by a professional, right down to the bamboo bedsheets. Not for the first time, Marin thinks she could be a typical rich woman in a Nancy Meyers rom-com. Except there’s no romance, and no comedy. Nobody’s laughing.
She is in a tragedy.
As her laptop whirs to life, Marin’s tempted to log in to the illegal sites that concerned Dr. Chen, but she holds off. She has other internet business to do. The file Vanessa Castro emailed contains mostly photos and Derek’s massive cell phone records. Castro has included a note at the top of the spreadsheet.
MM — there are too many texts sent between them and logged here for them to also be using a third-party messaging app (like WhatsApp or Facebook Messenger). Recommend looking into a program called the Shadow app. You’ll know right away if it’s something that interests you. —VC
Marin doesn’t have to look it up; she knows what the Shadow app is. It came up in group once, and it’s something that Simon said he wishes had been available before his daughter went missing. The Shadow app is a program that allows parents to read their kids’ texts in real time, without their kids knowing. Every text their child sends and receives is downloaded to the Shadow app on their parents’ phone. Simon nearly had a meltdown in group discussing it with them.
“If they’d had this then, Brianna would still be here,” he’d said, his chest heaving. “She’d hate us for spying, but she’d be here.”
It’s marketed toward parents because, in order for the app to work, the cell phone you’re “shadowing” has to be in your name. Kids typically get cell phones as extensions of their parents’ plans. Which is why the app would work for Marin. Early in the marriage, she was the one who got a cell phone first, when she was the one with the steady income and decent credit. A year later, she added a line for Derek, which means that all this time, his phone number has been under her account. It never occurred to either of them to change it, because it never mattered. Which means that all along, Marin could have been checking her husband’s calls.
But why would she ever do that? She doesn’t even bother to look over her own phone records unless there’s something amiss with the monthly billing amount, which there never is because they have the largest data and calling plan.
Marin downloads the app and selects the monthly subscription. The one-year rate is cheaper, but she can’t imagine needing the app for longer than a couple of weeks. The rest of the setup involves a few brief steps to grant the app permission to access Derek’s number. The app asks if she wants to shadow all of Derek’s texts, or just texts from a specific phone.
She pauses to consider this. Derek’s on his phone constantly for work, same as she is, which means he receives thousands of texts a month. She checks Castro’s file and