Detective Harris spread the photos across Charlotte's desk—money trails, bank statements, and surveillance stills.
“Felix's signature here," he said, tapping one, “but it's a forgery. Guess who signed?"
“Lisa," Charlotte said.
“Bingo. She impersonated him to move cash, pay off prison guards."
Charlotte's jaw tightened. “For the beatings."
“Yeah," Harris said. “You're not the only inmate who's talked. We've got sworn statements."
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That afternoon, Felix showed up at the clinic, no appointment, no flowers.
“I cooperated," he said. “I've given them everything. Emails, records—"
“You're trying to pick the winning side," Charlotte said.
“I'm trying to make it right."
“Too late for that," she replied.
He hesitated. “Zach's… angry. At me. At Lisa. At everything."
Charlotte softened
