“No.”
“Sit.”
I sat.
“The full security footage from the bedroom was admitted for review this afternoon. Ryan’s attorney has now seen it.”
I closed my eyes.
“And?”
“And his attorney requested a private meeting with prosecutors within twenty minutes.”
A strange calm entered me.
The hidden weapon had emerged.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means Ryan’s story just collapsed.”
I looked at the dark window. My reflection stared back, sharp and unfamiliar.
Sarah continued, “There’s more. The storage drive connected Ryan and Linda to Captain Alina Price. We found correspondence. Draft forms. A resignation letter with questionable signatures. She disappeared after transferring a large sum from her retirement account.”
“Disappeared where?”
“We don’t know.”
I stood, pretzels forgotten.
“Mara,” Sarah said gently, “there is no confirmed evidence she’s dead.”
The word hung between us.
Dead.
The teen safety rule? We can mention without details. Fine.
