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It crushed everyone standing too close. “We proceed carefully,” Briggs said. “Once this goes public, there will be fallout. Corporate. Political. Personal.” Sarah opened her eyes. “I’m ready.” The investigator studied her for a moment. “Most people say that. Few actually are.” She met his gaze steadily. “I didn’t survive to stop now.” *********** In an office that no longer felt like a place of power, James Striker stared at an envelope on his desk as though it might explode. The paper trembled in his hands.

“But… that’s not really my problem, now is it?” Fraud? Arrested? That wasn’t Oscar. It couldn’t be. He was slick, sure. Charming to a fault. But criminal? No. Or maybe… maybe I didn’t know him as well as I thought. Whatever Oscar had in mind, it was his thing. Nothing I had to do with it. But then the rest of the investigators showed up. Three men this time. Suits, sharp shoes, the same flashing badges. They had that authority thing going on.

I parked as close as I could to my company and weaved my way through the cars. “Mr. McClean,” a man called my name. I turned to see him wearing a uniform that belonged to the company. “You are?” I asked him. “The CSO, Stevens.” “Okay, Stevens. Can you tell me what the hell is going on?” “Someone broke…” We were interrupted by a cop. “I'm Detective Brian, sir,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake, “I’m the lead investigator for…” “Look! I need to check my office and make sure nothing of value has been stolen,” I walked as fast as I could into the building and took the elevator with Brian and Stevens by my side.

These experts were always quick to point out the faults of others and presented themselves as respectable. Yet, their conduct behind closed doors was questionable. They were disgraced. “Samus was their pimp. Ew!” Even Darcy was disgusted. There was nothing more to be said. The case was solid with testimonies and evidence to back it up. The investigation had not led Don to the team of experts taking bribes. Still, the charge of seeking escort services was enough reason to take them away. “I would appreciate it if the investigation could be carried out discreetly, Chief Braders. We’re academicians, so if word gets out…”

There must have been other places that hadn't been seen yet. When a cockroach showed up in the open, there were definitely already a bunch of them hiding in the dark. "Boss, we checked the records, there was no trace, their measures were really strict." "Y was still checking, she said there was a lead." The special unit had different kinds of talent. He was even more outstanding in forensics. Y was just really socially anxious and didn't talk to anyone. Even when Y did speak, it was super slow. She was really short and wore black-rimmed glasses. The investigators got a bit impatient when talking to her.

“You’ve got a life ahead of you, and I’m going to make damn sure you get to live it. Your mom wants you to live, so that’s what you’re going to do. Live.” The door opens again. I straighten up and look. A suited man has his head in the doorway. “My Brennan. Can we talk? I’m Detective Harris. I’m investigating what has happened at the facility today.” “Yes, of course.” I walk out to the corridor with him. “So, you’re investigating Ashlyn Carter’s fall?” He turns to me, sizing me up. “I am.” “Is this internal or external?” “External. Why?” “I don’t want any cover ups.”

They turned when she stirred. “Good morning,” Elaine said gently. “Sleep well?” Sophia nodded, rubbing her eyes. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” “You needed it,” Daniel said. “And you’ll need more. Because we’ve got news.” She sat up. “What?” James stepped forward. “We’ve hired an investigator. Silas Thorne. One of the best. He’s going to look into everything — the fire, the fake technician, the IV switch. Every detail. Every timeline. Every person connected to that night.”

Arianna asked and folded her arms. Brian watched as mother and daughter argued, the thought of interfering occurred to him, and later on, he discarded it. “I will be visiting their office today, I also need answers as to the truck and I would seize that opportunity to ask about the ongoing investigation of the savage murder” Brianna declared. “What do you think about that Brian” Arianna faced him and asked. Brian was yet to answer when Brianna cut in “And of course, Brian could tag along if he wishes too” she said.

Bram said. “Because he’s reacting emotionally. Which means he’s losing.” Varian leaned closer, watching her. “You’re in your element.” “Don’t sound so surprised.” “Not surprised,” he said softly. “Impressed.” She met his gaze briefly, felt the heat there, and looked away before she drowned in it. “Focus, Varian.” “I am,” he murmured. “Entirely.” By midday, the city’s newsfeeds broke the story: “Roth & Vale Imports Under Federal Investigation for Fraud and Arms Violations.”

Hatchett said, practically dismissing Ciara. “Wait a second,” Ciara said, grabbing Hatchett’s shoulder to stop him from leaving. “You’re telling me you’ve never heard of Shiro Kenji, Mason, and Maddox Braff? The investors? Their names have come up several times on reports my people have run.” Hatchett shook his head and seemed unamused by Ciara’s information. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her with such contempt that it made me want to punch him out right then and there.