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\u201cThe ledger you handed over,\u201d she said carefully, \u201cit\u2019s missing pages.\u201d<\/p>\n

I sat up. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSections were torn out,\u201d Harper continued. \u201cCleanly. Like someone knew exactly what they wanted removed.\u201d<\/p>\n

A cold wave rolled through me. \u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe don\u2019t know,\u201d she admitted. \u201cCould\u2019ve been before you found it. Could\u2019ve been after. We logged it, sealed it, but federal evidence moves through hands. Too many hands.\u201d<\/p>\n

For the first time since the arrests, I felt that same old paranoia snap back into place like a collar.<\/p>\n

\u201cI need to see it,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t,\u201d Harper replied. \u201cNot without the task force. And Matt\u2026 there\u2019s another thing missing.\u201d<\/p>\n

I waited, bracing.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour home security footage from that final night,\u201d she said. \u201cThe files are corrupted. The chunk where Alyssa first pulled the gun? Gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

My skin prickled. \u201cThat\u2019s not possible. I backed them up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone accessed your laptop,\u201d Harper said. \u201cOr your cloud. Or both.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at my coffee mug on the table, the dried ring it left like a bruise. \u201cYou\u2019re saying someone is still cleaning up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Harper said. \u201cAnd you need to assume they know where you live now.\u201d<\/p>\n

The words sank into me slowly, like a hook catching.<\/p>\n

After I hung up, I checked my locks twice. Then I checked my windows. Then I sat at my tiny kitchen table with the subpoena in front of me and tried to breathe like a normal person.<\/p>\n

At 2:17 a.m., my phone buzzed.<\/p>\n

Unknown number: Don\u2019t testify.<\/p>\n

My chest tightened.<\/p>\n

Another buzz.<\/p>\n

Unknown number: You already gave the cops one book. Don\u2019t make us look for the second.<\/p>\n

My fingers went numb around the phone. Second book? I didn\u2019t have a second\u2014<\/p>\n

I stood so fast my chair scraped. I crossed the apartment and yanked my door open.<\/p>\n

The hallway was empty, lit by a flickering bulb that made everything look sickly. But on the floor, right outside my threshold, lay a small padded mailer.<\/p>\n

No postage. No return address.<\/p>\n

My name written in block letters.<\/p>\n

I picked it up with shaking hands and carried it inside like it was radioactive. The mailer smelled faintly of cologne\u2014sharp, expensive, out of place in my salty little life. I tore it open.<\/p>\n

Inside was a single Polaroid photo.<\/p>\n

It was me, crouched in my old side yard, looking into Bree\u2019s bedroom window.<\/p>\n

The timestamp in the corner read a date from months ago\u2014my first night watching.<\/p>\n

On the back, in neat handwriting, were four words:<\/p>\n

Bring the book tonight.<\/p>\n

My throat tightened as a sick realization crept in\u2014if someone had photographed me that night, what else had they seen, and what \u201cbook\u201d did they think I still had?<\/p>\n

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I didn\u2019t sleep. I sat in a chair with the Polaroid on the table like it could confess if I stared at it long enough.<\/p>\n

The photo wasn\u2019t taken from the street. The angle was too close, too low. Whoever took it had been in the side yard with me\u2014or behind me\u2014breathing the same cold air, watching my hands shake, watching my life split open.<\/p>\n

That meant one thing I didn\u2019t want to say out loud: this started before Kellan ever showed his face.<\/p>\n

By eight a.m., I was at the police station, the lobby smelling like burnt coffee and wet wool. Detective Harper met me near the front desk, eyes tired, hair pulled back tight like she hadn\u2019t had a real night of sleep in weeks.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou got messages?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

I handed her my phone.<\/p>\n

She scrolled, her jaw tightening. \u201cYeah,\u201d she muttered. \u201cThis is them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThem?\u201d I echoed.<\/p>\n

Before she could answer, a woman stepped out of an office down the hall. She wore a plain dark blazer, no badge visible, but her posture had that calm authority that made the air around her feel organized.<\/p>\n

\u201cMatthew Rourke?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

Harper nodded toward her. \u201cThis is Agent Chen. FBI financial crimes task force.\u201d<\/p>\n

Agent Chen shook my hand. Her grip was firm, dry, professional. Her eyes stayed on mine like she was filing me into a category.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Rourke,\u201d she said, \u201cthank you for coming in quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t have much choice,\u201d I replied, and my voice sounded harsher than I meant.<\/p>\n

Chen didn\u2019t flinch. \u201cNo,\u201d she agreed. \u201cYou don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

She led us into a small conference room that smelled like cheap air freshener and old paper. A stack of files sat on the table. A laptop. A clear evidence bag with something inside I didn\u2019t recognize at first.<\/p>\n

Chen tapped the bag. \u201cThis was recovered from Alyssa Rourke\u2019s apartment during the search,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

Inside was a slim black notebook\u2014same size as Bree\u2019s ledger, but different cover. No plastic wrap. No label.<\/p>\n

My stomach dropped. \u201cThat\u2019s not mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe know,\u201d Chen said. \u201cBut it\u2019s related. It contains partial records of transfers\u2014some overlapping with Bree\u2019s ledger, some not.\u201d<\/p>\n

I swallowed. \u201cSo there are two ledgers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMinimum,\u201d Chen corrected gently. \u201cIn operations like this, there are always copies. Always backups.\u201d<\/p>\n

Harper leaned forward. \u201cTell him about the missing pages.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chen opened one of the folders and slid a photocopy toward me. It was a scan of Bree\u2019s ledger, pages numbered in Bree\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n

The numbering jumped: 41\u2026 42\u2026 then 49.<\/p>\n

Seven pages missing.<\/p>\n

I stared at the gap until my eyes hurt. \u201cThose pages\u2014what was on them?\u201d<\/p>\n

Chen\u2019s expression stayed neutral. \u201cWe don\u2019t know. But based on surrounding entries, those pages likely covered the period right before Bree\u2019s accident. That window matters.\u201d<\/p>\n

My skin prickled. \u201cYou think the accident was connected.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chen didn\u2019t say yes. She didn\u2019t say no. She just said, \u201cPatterns don\u2019t usually start after a major event. They start before.\u201d<\/p>\n

Harper\u2019s gaze flicked to me, almost apologetic.<\/p>\n

Chen slid another paper across the table\u2014an account application form. My name. My social security number. My address from the old house.<\/p>\n

And my signature at the bottom.<\/p>\n

It looked like mine. The curve of the M. The little tail on the R.<\/p>\n

I felt bile rise.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not\u2014\u201d I started.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d Chen said. \u201cBut you need to understand what you\u2019re facing. This document was used to open an account that moved significant funds. The defense will argue you were involved.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I wasn\u2019t,\u201d I snapped, heat flaring. \u201cI was wiping my wife\u2019s mouth while my sister was drugging her.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Chen\u2019s eyes stayed steady. \u201cThen help us prove that.\u201d<\/p>\n

I forced myself to breathe. Goal: clear my name. Conflict: the paper says otherwise.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhat do you need?\u201d I asked, the words coming out like swallowing nails.<\/p>\n

Chen nodded once, approving. \u201cWe need whatever they\u2019re asking you to bring.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cThe \u2018book,\u2019\u201d Harper murmured, glancing at the Polaroid I\u2019d handed over.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I don\u2019t have another book,\u201d I said, frustration rising. \u201cUnless\u2014\u201d My mind flashed to Bree\u2019s work folder in my safe. The pages with Alyssa\u2019s name circled. The initials K.M.<\/p>\n

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Chen leaned in slightly. \u201cBree had more than one set of records. Work records. Personal notes. A whistleblower packet. Anything that could bring down multiple people. If she hid something else, you\u2019re the most likely person she hid it near.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shook my head slowly. \u201cI sold the house.\u201d<\/p>\n

Harper\u2019s brows knit. \u201cWhen did you close?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA few weeks ago,\u201d I said. \u201cBut the new owners haven\u2019t moved in yet. Renovations.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chen\u2019s gaze sharpened. \u201cThen the property may still hold evidence. And someone else may be trying to retrieve it before we do.\u201d<\/p>\n

My chest tightened as the threat clicked into place. Those messages weren\u2019t just intimidation. They were instructions. A test. They thought I had something. They were trying to pull it out of hiding by scaring me into handing it over.<\/p>\n

Chen pushed a card toward me. \u201cCall me if anything else happens. And Mr. Rourke\u2014don\u2019t go back there alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

I almost laughed, sharp and humorless. \u201cSeems like I\u2019m not allowed to do anything alone anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

Harper walked me out. The hallway smelled like disinfectant and wet boots. At the front door, she stopped me with a hand on my arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cMatt,\u201d she said quietly, \u201cif this turns out to be bigger than Kellan\u2014if there are more people\u2026 promise me you won\u2019t try to play hero.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her hand, then up at her face. \u201cI\u2019m not a hero,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m just tired of being someone\u2019s tool.\u201d<\/p>\n

Back at my apartment, the bait shop downstairs was open. A bell jingled every time someone came in, and the scent of cut bait drifted up through the floorboards like a warning.<\/p>\n

I checked my mailbox out of habit, even though the Polaroid hadn\u2019t been mailed.<\/p>\n

Inside was a small brass key taped to a plain white envelope.<\/p>\n

No stamp. No address.<\/p>\n

Just four words, printed from a label maker:<\/p>\n

UNIT 12. DON\u2019T WAIT.<\/p>\n

My throat tightened as my hand closed around the cold metal.<\/p>\n

If they wanted me at Unit 12, did that mean the \u201cbook\u201d was already there\u2014and if so, what would I find first: the truth that clears me, or a trap that buries me?<\/p>\n

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