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 submit formal inquiry to Internal Affairs, or to confront Clara and demand surrender of bank accounts. Both paths lead to this point.
The precinct main conference room buzzed with a tense energy. Uniformed officers stood guard at the doors. The air conditioner hummed, unable to dissipate the palpable tension.
Clara sat at the defense table, Julian beside her, their faces impassive. Their defense counsel, a sharp-suited man with cold eyes, whispered in her ear. She maintained complete composure, a faint, almost arrogant tilt to her chin.
Then, the doors opened again. Sarah Lindqvist entered, her presence commanding attention. In her hands, she carried a certified box. Bank transaction records, subpoenaed from the offshore hosting server.
She moved to the witness stand, placed the box down, and looked across at me. A subtle nod, a shared understanding. The financial reality behind the midnight delivery, the severed hand, the timer — it was all about to be laid bare.
The stage was set.
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