CHAPTER 47 – Ramirez Strikes
Detective Kat Ramirez sat at her desk, the weight of half a dozen case files stacked around her like bricks in a wall. The bullpen was alive with noise—a phone ringing three desks over, the low thrum of conversation, someone laughing too loud in a corner. But Kat barely heard it. She flipped open the latest forensics report, eyes scanning rows of sterile typewritten lines. The fluorescent lights overhead hummed like a warning. The burner phone from Jordan’s glove box. Wiped clean. Except for one voice memo. She played it again through her earbuds, leaning closer to the screen as Jordan’s voice crackled to life: “Need to call Imani. Tell her to chill out. I’ll get her money. Even her dad was an asshole when I saw him at the gas station.” Kat hit stop. Sat back. Fingers drumming the f
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