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 either confront Julian in the garage or have Kowalski trace his phone records, both paths leading to this point.
Sarah Lindqvist found me in my makeshift office, a cramped storage room down the hall from the precinct’s main bullpen. She carried a sealed envelope, her face serious.
“Captain Novak,” she began, handing me the envelope. “I pulled some strings. This is an updated report from the county coroner’s office regarding Eddie Bruno’s hand.”
I tore open the seal. My eyes scanned the report. Tissue analysis. Time of death estimates. Then, the critical line: *Surgical amputation. Approximately 72 hours prior to delivery.*
My breath hitched. Three days. The hand had been severed three days before it arrived on my desk. The 60-minute timer. The frantic race against time. It was all a lie.
The entire countdown was an artifice, a meticulously constructed illusion designed solely to trigger an immediate, high-profile police mobilization. To draw every eye to that warehouse. To make me react.
It was never about a hostage. It was about controlling the narrative, orchestrating the chaos.
Choose your next action
Present the forensic evidence directly to Internal Affairs to clear your administrative record — Read Chapter 15 to continue
Use the forensic evidence to force an emergency confrontation with Clara at the syndicate headquarters — Read Chapter 16 to continue
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