A Night-Shift 911 Dispatcher Receives a Break-In Call for Her Own Home Address, Uncovering Her Politician Ex-Fiancé's Deadly Cover-Up
👉 Previous decision: You chose to slip away to the tech maintenance bay and ask off-duty technician Darren for help.
The sound of splintering wood gave way to the creak of floorboards. Heavy footsteps. The laptop’s speakers, broadcasting my home’s internal audio feed, made it terrifyingly clear: the intruder was inside. And they weren’t being quiet.
I stared at the screen, a knot of ice in my stomach. Darren worked quickly, bypassing my home’s external firewall, giving me direct access to the audio sensors.
A small sigh, barely audible, came from the second floor. Chloe. She was waking up.
The footsteps paused, then began to climb the wooden staircase, each tread a hammer blow against my chest. The intruder wasn’t tiptoeing. They were searching. Purposefully.
“They’re not looking for cash,” I muttered, my eyes fixed on the laptop screen. “They’re looking for the affidavit.”
The $2.4 million property appraisal fraud affidavit, notarized by Arthur Pendelton, detailing Marcus’s illicit schemes. I had hidden it, thinking it would protect me if Marcus ever tried to silence me. Now, it was a target.
I had two options. Two terrifying, desperate choices. I could try to call Chloe, warn her, guide her to a hiding spot. Or I could take the nuclear option: leak the evidence to the press, gambling that public exposure would stop the assault before it escalated. Each choice felt like a roll of the dice with my sister’s life.
Choose your next action
Call Chloe directly to guide her toward the attic hiding spot — Read Chapter 6 to continue
Trigger an automated press leak of the $2.4 million appraisal fraud file to media stations — Read Chapter 7 to continue
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