At the criminal police team office.
Javier and Captain Morgan were sitting at a table, and my restored service number sat right in front of them.
293675
I stared at that all-too-familiar string of digits, and my chest felt like it had been run over by a truck, sharp, searing pain flooded every inch of me.
But right on the heels of that agony, a wave of relief washed over me.
Finally, the truth was about to come out. If that happened, would Javier hate me a little less?
That thought had barely popped into my head when Javier's icy voice cut through the air.
"It can't be Jennifer. She's capable of destroying every last bit of evidence. What's a lousy service number she threw away ages ago even worth?"
I froze, and all at once it felt like I was submerged in ice-cold ocean water, my l
