After sending the email, I did nothing.
Because I knew the evidence I had only proved one thing. That the case deserved to be investigated.
The real truth had never been in the screenshots on my laptop.
It was in the university's servers. The submission logs in the grant management system, the emails stored on the lab's accounts, the deleted files that still existed on the hard drives and those were the records that mattered.
I couldn't access them. The investigators could.
I closed my laptop. For the first time in weeks, I didn't refresh my inbox.
I'd already handed the final piece of the puzzle to the people who actually had the keys to the filing cabinet.
The day after I sent the email, the department moved before the investigators did.
My graduate coordinator suddenly called an
