Resurrected Vengeance
"Tahlia is in the chalet! She's sick! She wouldn't"
"Look at the screen, Banjo," I whispered, pointing a single, steady finger at the flashing red tablet. "Look at the biometric string. It's her retina print. It's her personal offshore alias."
Banjo grabbed the tablet from the constable's shaking hands. His eyes scanned the lines of glowing data, line by line, code by code. As the truth finally forced its way past his denial, I watched something die behind his eyes. The arrogance, the cold certainty, the unyielding pride it all crumbled into a hollow, terrifying blankness.