The big detective took another step forward.
The boy turned wild eyes on his mother, who was now biting her nails. “Mom, please!”
Valerie Steuben looked at Stephanie as if she thought she might intervene. Stephanie stared her down and the mother turned on her son. “Tell them, Beau! Tell them what they want to know!”
“Two.”
“Okay! Okay! Stop! I’ll tell you.”
Oz paused, but he didn’t put away the cuffs.
“I was there that night, but just for a while.”
“What time did you leave?”
“Eight.”
“You’re lying, Beau.”
“No! It’s the truth!”
Stephanie shook her head. “Why should we believe you now, Beau?”
“Because it’s the truth!”
“You wouldn’t know the truth if it smacked you in the face.” Oz casually opened one handcuff.
“I can prove it!”
“How, Beau?”
“Just a sec.” He sprinted from the room and came back carrying a sleek black laptop. He thrust it at Oz. “Here. Take it.”
“What am I supposed to do with this?” Oz said.
“You can scan it or do some technical shit like that,” Beau said breathlessly. He tapped the case. “It’s all there, man. I couldn’t have been in the woods with Morgan because I was in a chat room with some role-playing chick all night.”
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