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“Why are you so against this, Mr. Crawford? My words can't possibly be more powerful than the evidence you provided, does it? Don't I have the right to defend myself here? Whatever happened to the due process?” The judge looked between Officer Crawford and Kohen. “You may proceed, Prince Kohen.” I saw how disappointed Crawford was at the judge's decision. “Thank you, your honor,”Kohen motioned for Jake to come and the latter handed a stack of paper to the judge. “Those are the unsolved cases that have happened so far. If you will notice, some of the victims were missing a part of themselves.” I gasped along with everyone, and the files were also shown on the projector for everyone to see.

I smiled, “Hey, got any work?” She shook her head. “Not really. Wanna check out the records department?” I groaned, “Fine. At least, no one is commiting crimes which should be a good thing.” She hummed, and we went straight to the records department. The records department was where solved cases were kept in order in huge files. But there were also some unsolved cases, most of them unsolved because they were untouched. They ordered us to never try looking into some of those cases for our own good.

When Whitney saw the files on the table, she picked up a few and flipped through them. She asked, "Why are all these cases related to martial arts practitioners? There's even a case of assault by the Skywest Martial Arts Gym. What's going on with that?" She looked at Sebastian in confusion. Shouldn't the files be stored at Police Headquarters? Sebastian pulled her down next to him and smiled. "These cases need to be resolved." Whitney curled her lip and said, "Ha! You want to resolve these cases? They're from the martial arts community. How are you going to do that? You can't even arrest these people, let alone interrogate them. You want to resolve the cases? Forget it."

The thought stung painfully inside me, clashing against everything I had come to know about him. "This… this can’t be real." But it was. And the more I looked around, the more undeniable it became. I turned away from the photos and focused on the desk pushed into the farthest corner of the room. It was covered in documents, some stacked neatly while others were spread across the surface as if they had been examined over and over again. With trembling hands, I reached for the first file. "Case Report: The Night of the Massacre." I sucked in a sharp breath.

"This is going to cost you. A lot." "Name your price." "Five hundred thousand." "Done." "And if this goes sideways, if someone traces it back to me, you never heard of me. We never spoke. Understood?" "Understood." "Give me forty-eight hours." Two days later, encrypted files appeared in my secure inbox. I opened them with Kayden leaning over my shoulder. There were court documents, police reports, psychological evaluations. Everything from Grayson Falco's juvenile case. "Jesus," Kayden breathed.

“I can walk by myself.” “You don’t have to be shy, Ian,” Zhedya said, but he didn’t push it. There was a smirk in his voice. A few minutes later, Ian was set up at a sleek, secondary desk in Zhedya’s massive CEO office. The view was insane…the whole city looked like a toy model. Zhedya had given him a stack of files…cold cases, weird deaths, unsolved stuff. “Anything that could be The Ghost’s work,” he’d said.

“You’re not confronting her.” “Not yet.” ⸻ Lucian sighed softly. “You’re getting personally involved.” “I’m getting precise.” “That’s not the same thing.” Rafael didn’t answer that. Because the truth was— He wasn’t sure anymore. ⸻ “Send me the header file preview,” Rafael said. A second later, a document appeared on his screen. He opened it slowly. The file was incomplete. Heavily sealed. But the visible header was enough. CASE FILE: ARAGON ASSASSINATION — SEALED

She reached toward the worn folder resting on the coffee table. "This." She gently placed her hand on it. Vivian looked down at the folder again. "So these aren't the real case files?" "No." Clara opened it slowly. Inside were newspaper articles. Public court filings. Corporate registration documents. Photographs. Pages covered with handwritten notes. Highlighted dates. Names connected by circles and arrows. Roman picked up one page. "You mapped everything." "I mapped the lies." Clara corrected. "Every document inside this folder is public information." Vivian looked surprised.

“He’d be 88 now. He’d say you did good. He’d be proud of 18,200.” Elma nodded. That was enough. More than enough. *9. 2:00pm. The Archive* Basement level 3. Cold. Smelled like paper and metal. The last box. `CASE 2006-4417: CLOSED PERMANENT. DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 2126.` Inside: Police reports. Trial transcripts. 3 appeals. Photos of Cell 14. Empty. The 600-page and 900-page objections. All 18,200 signatures from the last petition. Printed and bound.

Apparently, he won’t give the files regarding Major Sullivan and what happened to them in the war. That bastard. He deeply hated Major Sullivan and I don’t know what his deal was. The brown envelope contains different papers and I don’t know why it wasn’t a case solved and why would Ares literally give me whole of the evidence from this case. A zip-lock plastic bag contains a bondage? Then, a piece of a handkerchief, a fucking panty lace, and a journal. I ignore those evidence because I don’t want to contaminate if ever that they are shreds of evidence. My mind becomes busy as I turn the pages on what’s looked like an investigation report for this case.