Deserve
I thought I was past this. But as I sat at my desk, sifting through files on Tamera Hill, that same itch came back, sharp and relentless. Like a cut that wouldn’t scab over, always open and throbbing. Every lead I chased slammed into a wall. • Surveillance footage mysteriously corrupted. • Witnesses who “didn’t see anything.” • Autopsy reports that listed the cause of death as “undetermined,” then quietly changed to “accidental overdose.” • Phone records wiped clean for the hour before Tamera died—burner phone, same as before. It was too perfect. Too neat. Too familiar. I remembered the Claudia Jenkins case fresh as if it happened yesterday. The same corrupted footage. The same missing evidence. The same hush-your-mouth attitude from the higher-ups. Back then, I blamed myself for
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