Tamsin’s heart drummed frantically. She tore through her pack, her books, and the messy desk. Where was it?
She had spoken to a forensic expert, but the will was missing. How would she prove that it was tampered with?
She opened her laptop to check the scanned copy. It was there.
But did forensic science have a technology to inspect soft copies?
Her brother was silently smiling as he boarded the plane. He had contacted the forensic expert in time, and bribed him.
His future in the country where he was now resident was safe.
Tamsin picked up the phone wearily. It was the forensic expert.
“We can help you with the soft copy of the document. But you need to shell out extra dough to avail of the new technology?”
“Oh, Gosh! But ….. how do you know?”