The Law And The Liar のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Myra – Age 29The dead don’t stay silent.They linger. In your chest. In your bones. In the hollow behind your heartbeat. No matter how far you run, they wait for you — in alleys, in courtrooms, in dreams you wish you could forget.Twelve years. That’s how long it’s been.And still, I feel Kaden’s name burning beneath my skin like a brand I can’t wash off.I adjusted the weight of my badge as I stared at myself in the precinct locker room mirror. Neat bun. No nonsense. Sharp eyeliner. Uniform, but tailored. My mouth was a straight line.Most days, I didn’t recognize the girl I used to be — the girl who ran barefoot into a crime scene screaming her brother’s name. That girl died in that alley.The woman who replaced her?She doesn’t scream anymore.She waits. She watches. She hunts.“Detective Black.” The voice was young. Nervous.I turned to find a rookie standing just inside the doorway, gripping a file like it might bite him. Officer Reyes, if I remembered right.“There’s a new cal

By sunrise, I was sitting in the back corner of the precinct’s breakroom, cradling my third cup of bad coffee. I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t. My brain had been working overtime since I left King Street Station. The USB drive burned a hole in my jacket pocket the entire ride home, but I didn’t plug it in. Not yet. If there was even a chance it was traced, I wasn’t stupid enough to insert it into my personal laptop. I needed something clean. Something off-grid. And most of all, I needed time. But time wasn’t a luxury we often got in homicide. And pretending like I wasn’t spiraling inside took more energy than I thought it would. “Rough night?” I glanced up. Detective Lembo. Always too observant for his own good. “Didn’t sleep. Just coffee and corpses.” I forced a smirk. He chuckled and took the seat across from me, biting into a jam doughnut. “Word is you’ve been working too many double shifts. Jansen’s got you chasing shadows now?” My fingers tightened around the paper cup. There i

The audio file played over and over in my head, even after I shut the laptop and shoved it back into its evidence bag. Hearing Kaden’s voice again had cracked something open inside me—grief, rage, fear. But beneath all of that, something colder, sharper: Focus. He left me this for a reason. Not just because he trusted me, but because he knew I wouldn’t stop. After my shift, I didn’t go home. I drove to the old community library in Newtown. It’s one of the few places left with no surveillance, no questions, and no digital trail. The kind of place Kaden used to say “feels like the truth still lives here.” I found a back corner desk and opened the envelope again. The articles were old, yellowed, clipped without care for neatness. Red ink circled headlines about bribed judges, missing weapons caches, dead informants. All of them connected loosely through locations, names, or companies. Then I saw it. A name written not in the articles, but scribbled in the corner of one clipping. “R

The next morning, I pretended everything was normal. Coffee in one hand, case file in the other, I walked into the precinct like I hadn’t spent the night sleeping with one eye open in a cold parking garage. Like I hadn’t been followed by a black SUV. Like I wasn’t unraveling a thread that might strangle me. The weight of the USB, the envelope, and the whispers surrounding Moretti hadn’t left me. I could feel them, pressing against the back of my mind, louder than sirens, sharper than bullets. I stayed low, quiet. Watched more than I spoke. Jansen hadn’t called me back into his office, but I could feel his eyes every time I passed his door. He was waiting. For me to slip. To break. He didn’t know I was made of sharper things. After my shift, I headed to a local cyber café in Hillbrow. I paid in cash and picked a station in the corner. No cameras. No trace. I ran Moretti’s name again. Same fragments. Shipping records. Burned warehouses. Rumors of violence that left no bodies—just