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Chapter 221

Author: Michy Gaza
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-19 16:12:21

Ana leaned on the edge of the desk, arms crossed, eyes glued to the screen as if the confirmation would vanish if she blinked.

The words Reid had said earlier that night burned through her again.

“Run a full forensic integrity sweep,” she muttered. “I want every byte of this file mapped. If defense needs it bulletproof, I’ll hand them bulletproof.”

The lead tech nodded. “You’ll have a verified report within forty eight hours. But Detective…” He hesitated, lowering his voice. “If this goes to trial, it’ll flip the whole case. You realize that, right?”

Ana’s jaw tightened. She had realized it the moment she hit play. “Yeah. I realize it.”

Asher sat in his cell, head bent into his hands, the world pressing down until it was suffocating.

He stared at the concrete floor, a dull gray blur beneath his bloodshot eyes. His wrists bore the faint red marks from cuffs, his knuckles were split from clenching too hard. The silence around him wasn’t peaceful, it was heavy, suffused with despair.

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