The Email That Shifted the Board
The email was related to the Lunar Citadel, but it wasn't about the murder case; it was about drugs.
"Quick, call Director Walker over."
Charlotte Bonds slammed her palm against the desk, the sharp crack echoing across the Valemont West Side Police Station.
Her colleague nearly dropped the stack of files he was holding. "Y-Yes, Captain!"
He ran.
Charlotte didn't blink. The light from the monitor reflected off her bright teal eyes, turning them cold and sharp as blades.
On the screen—shipment records, coded transfers, storage locations disguised as "maintenance rooms." Someone had fed her something precise. Not rumor. Not guesswork.
Evidence.
