lab,” I said. “Professor Shaw brought them.”
That was the first reveal.
The second came when Detective Cole asked Lila to hand over my phone.
She refused.
Then it rang from her pocket.
Nobody spoke.
She pulled it out.
Dad whispered, “Lila.”
Her voice sharpened. “I was trying to help her! She was going to sign everything away to the university.”
“That isn’t how intellectual property works,” I said.
Mom turned on me. “Don’t be smug.”
Professor Shaw looked at her. “Your daughter’s thesis defense was delayed because someone in
