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 confiscate Sarah Lindqvist’s recording equipment and force her off the perimeter.
“Kowalski,” I said, my voice low and firm. “Escort Ms. Lindqvist off the premises. Confiscate any recording devices. She’s interfering with an active investigation.”
Kowalski nodded, his expression unreadable. He moved toward Sarah, his presence effectively shutting down her questions. She glared at me as he led her away, her camera bag clutched tightly.
Within thirty minutes, the precinct briefing room felt colder than the night air. My daughter-in-law, Clara, sat across from me, her posture impeccable. Beside her, my brother-in-law, Dominic Bruno, shifted uncomfortably.
Clara slid a stack of documents across the table. “Captain Novak, I’ve filed an emergency injunction.”
Her voice was calm, almost soothing. The papers detailed allegations of severe cognitive decline, citing “erratic behavior” and “unjustified suppression of press freedoms” as evidence. My order to detain Sarah Lindqvist was listed prominently.
Dominic picked up a medical report, his eyes scanning the lines. He looked at me, then at Clara. A faint tremor ran through his hand.
“Victor,” Dominic said, his voice laced with concern. “These records… they suggest your judgment is compromised.”
Clara watched me, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She was systematically boxing me in, using my own family to strip my authority, preventing me from digging deeper into the wire transfer.
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