CHAPTER 65
The moment the folder opened, silence dropped like a shroud.
Lana leaned forward. I held my breath. There were no video files this time. No shaky footage. No whispered apologies.
Just five items.
Four documents. One image.
The file names were stripped of emotion—clinical, sterile, cold. But that didn’t fool me.
1. SUBJECT REPORT_108-B
2. TRANSFER LOG – B.RECOVERY (PRIME NODE)
3. MEMO: Tesari/Orun (HAND-DELIVERY) [CONFIDENTIAL]
4. LAYOUT – O.SYS / RIVERBED ACCESS POINTS
5. IMG_0873.png
That last one made Lana freeze.
“Image file,” she said quietly. “She never leaves images.”
I clicked it first.
It opened slowly, like it didn’t want to show itself.
A hospital hallway. Fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. A stretcher half in frame. The foot of a body, bare, tagged. O
