A Midnight Package Delivered To My Desk Contains A Severed Hand And A 60-Minute Timer Pointing To My Son's Family
👉 Previous Decision: You chose to request Detective Kowalski run a forensic trace on Julian’s personal cell phone records.
I pulled Kowalski aside, my voice hushed. “Mark, I need you to run Julian’s cell phone logs. Quietly. No official channels.”
Kowalski hesitated, his loyalty warring with his adherence to procedure. He looked at my face, saw the desperation, and nodded once. “It’ll be off the books, Captain.”
He returned an hour later, a printed sheet of encrypted ping data in his hand. His expression was grim.
“Julian wasn’t at the warehouse, Captain,” Kowalski stated, his voice low. “Not at any point during the countdown.”
My stomach clenched. “Then where was he?”
“His phone pinged from a private legal office in Manhattan,” Kowalski said, pointing to a timestamp. “All night. Finalizing corporate transfer agreements. Alongside Clara and a couple of high-profile syndicate attorneys.”
Julian was never kidnapped. He was actively participating, a willing architect in this elaborate financial coup. The betrayal cut deeper than any physical blow.
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