Novel & Cerita Fatalis Investigation

Jessie's POV When the doors finally closed, only a handful of us remained. Judge Blackthorn sat heavily in her chair, looking older than she had just minutes ago. "This is now a potential murder investigation," she said, addressing Officer Harris directly. "I want a full toxicology report on Mrs. Mitchell. I want to know what killed her, where she got it, and who gave it to her. I want her phone records, her bank statements, everything. And I want to know who she met with in the days leading up to this. I want everything.

He said, looking at me with concern. "I demand an autopsy". I turned away from the dead body and walked a little distance away from the scene. I can't handle this. Natalie has been like a mother and my closest friend. Who could do this? "This will go a long way. Definitely a big case". I looked up and saw Jason, my rival in this system. Jason has hated me to the core due to the fact that I was more favored and I got a lot of big cases to handle. I am a crime investigation officer and I have my own department and officers.

Several department heads were already waiting. Gabriella spotted Miranda further down the large conference table and waved discreetly at her, to which she offered a small smile. Alexander, however, didn’t sit. “Report,” he ordered. The head of engineering got up, clearing his throat. He looked tense as he adjusted his glasses repeatedly. “We completed the investigation you requested after the initial inconsistencies in the fingerprint system,” he started. Gabriella’s gaze fixed on him in concentration. “The failures we found,” he continued carefully, “ aren’t completely consistent with a standard system malfunction.”

(Lieutenant Colonel Selie) Selie answered my questions calmly, after a few taps on her Tablet PC, she went of and answered all my questions, she also send me the Investigations Files regarding the Project. Under the C.I.A.A and Internal Audit launched investigations, every aspect of the Project were inspected, from the funding, labour treatments, possible corruptions and crimes, No stone were left unturned by both the Investigations Committee. The Investigations discovered only 2 violations, which one was the Unscheduled Work Time, and another was the Not meeting the standard appropriate Resting place and Worker Dorm.

The screen filled with the terrible, undeniable evidence of what had just happened. The anchor’s grave, measured voice cut through the air, hitting me like a physical blow. The words were clinical, detached, but they carried the weight of finality. “...investigators are calling this a targeted incident. The initial impact from the large commercial trailer was followed by a thermal event, consistent with a secondary charge placed at the scene of the crash. Authorities believe whoever hit the victim fled the scene immediately after the impact and waited for the subsequent explosion. Due to the high temperature of the resultant fire and the severity of the initial trauma, the body is currently

Two partner carriers had already requested alternative handling arrangements, citing reputational concerns around the Hartwell brand. Reputational concerns. The phrase sat in the room like something placed there deliberately. "The headlines haven't helped," one of the other partners said. Careful. Neutral. Framed as an observation rather than an accusation. "They weren't meant to," I said. A beat of silence. "The crash investigation is active," I continued. "The preliminary findings will confirm a hydraulic system failure consistent with external interference rather than maintenance oversight or pilot error. That timeline will be public within seventy-two hours." I looked around the table.

"Ms. Blaire, I was wrong to accuse you of faking illness. I'm sorry." I nodded, accepting his apology. He let out a sigh of relief, thinking he was off the hook. However, the captain's voice cut through the air like a whip. "Miller Vance, you acted without evidence and endangered a student. The order just came down. You're fired. Effective immediately." My heart actually skipped a beat. I thought he would just get a reprimand or get sent back to base. However, fired? This would count for a dishonorable discharge. His career was over.

He responds quickly, "Yes, sir, I have been monitoring Miss Becca and Sophia closely. They haven't exhibited any suspicious behavior that would have raised alarms. I apologize for any lapses, and I assure you it won't happen again." "For your sake, I hope it doesn't," I warn sternly. "What about the investigation into the accident?" He replies, "There hasn't been any significant progress, sir. Besides the driver's death, we haven't found evidence linking it to Miss Becca and Sophia." I let out a heavy sigh. "Ensure you conduct a thorough investigation. I don't care what you've done so far; revisit all leads and report back to me. If Becca and Sophia manage to succeed in anything else before

I followed his gaze, my own breath catching at the sight of the exact cliffs that had taken my life once already, from the exact wrong side of the story this time. “Did anyone ever investigate the crash properly?” I asked, my voice barely steady. “The official report called it brake failure. Mechanical error.” His tone made clear exactly how much he believed that. “I requested an independent review. It was denied before it ever started. Helena made sure of that, though I never understood why she cared so much about closing a case that quickly.” “Maybe she felt guilty.” “Helena doesn’t feel guilt. She feels inconvenienced.” He said it with the flat certainty of someone who’d watched her opera

“If Vania is frozen, the balance will collapse.” “A balance built on lies deserves to collapse,” I shot back. Silence fell again heavier this time. “This investigation,” I continued, “will be overseen directly by an independent unit. All involved parties will be questioned. There will be no exceptions.” “Including us?” Cassian asked, his voice thinning. “Including anyone named in the reports,” I answered without hesitation. Alan let out a short, almost broken laugh. “You have no idea what you’re doing.” “I know exactly what I’m doing,” I said. “And I’m late in doing it.”