GLASS WALLS
266 Words
They met Miles’s contact, René Delcourt, that night in a photography studio in Le Marais. Dust hung in the air like a memory.
René was older, sharp-eyed, and careful. “Michael trusted you,” he said quietly to Juliet.
“Said you were the one person who could read him even when he wasn’t speaking.”
Juliet swallowed hard. “And he was right.”
Miles handed over the drive. “Everything’s here financial fraud, government links, Jean Morel’s offshore accounts, Lang’s involvement.”
René frowned. “This is dynamite. Publishing this will ruin men who’ve paid to be untouchable.”
“That’s the idea,” Miles said.
René nodded slowly. “Give me forty-eight hours."
As they turned to leave, a sound shattered the silence a distant gunshot, echoing down the narrow street.
Miles pulled Juliet down behind a crate, shielding her. A bullet cracked the glass door behind them.
“Go!” René shouted, diving for cover.
Miles dragged Juliet out the back exit. The sound of engines roared behind them. They stumbled through another alley, the smell of gunpowder thick in the air.
When they reached the riverbank, Juliet gasped, “Lang he’s not hiding anymore.”
Miles turned, eyes fierce. “Then neither are we.”
He pulled out his phone and called someone. “Officer Valois,” he said when the line picked up, “this is Miles Morel. You wanted evidence on your commissioner? I’m ready to trade.”
Juliet looked at him in shock. “Trade what?”
“My freedom,” he said quietly. “For justice.”
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