Two days later, everything Sarah had built began to fall apart.
She arrived at the station to find her captain waiting with a serious expression. "The recordings from the restaurant meeting — they're gone. Someone deleted the file from our system last night."
"That's impossible," Sarah said. "Only a few people have access to that system."
"I know," the captain said quietly. "Which is why I need you to be careful about who you trust right now."
Sarah's mind raced through every officer who had helped her — David, the tech team, the captain himself. Someone close to the case was working against her.
She called David immediately. "Meet me outside. Not at the station. Somewhere private."
They met at a small park an hour later. Sarah studied his face carefully as she explained what happened.
"You think it's someone on our team," David said, his expression darkening.
"I think Richard has more reach than we realized. He's been buying silence everywhere — the prosecutor, and now maybe someone inside the police itself."
"Then what do we do? We lost the recording."
Sarah pulled out a small device from her pocket — a backup recorder she had kept with her the entire time, separate from the official system. "I don't trust computers connected to the network anymore. I made sure to keep my own copy."
David let out a breath of relief. "Smart."
"We can't tell anyone else about this backup. Not the captain, not the tech team. Just us, until we're ready to use it in court, where it can't be deleted or denied."
As they spoke, Sarah's phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number: You're playing a dangerous game, Detective. Walk away now, while you still can.
She stared at the message for a long moment, then looked up at David.
"They know," she said. "They know we still have something."
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