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If this were just any other case, it would’ve been wrapped up by now. But this wasn’t any other case–this was Kelly.
With her, nothing was ever simple.
The Newton family had more money than sense. They’d flown in top lawyers from all over, all of them fighting tooth and nail to clear Kelly’s name.
There was no solid evidence that actually proved Kelly killed anyone. The only thing the lab had was a knife, and even that was shaky.
Witnesses? There were only two people in that room, and one was already dead.
Even the angry words Kelly blurted out at the station got swept under the rug, smoothed over by a doctor’s note about her “temporary mental distress.”
Brandon slumped in his chair. His boss walked by, gave his shoulder a friendly pat. “Don’t get too worked up about this.”
He didn’t say what “this” meant, but Brandon caught the drift.
Why bother? The victim was gone. His family had already grieved, thinking he was dead years ago. Nobody was stirring up trouble now.
The Newton family’s hush money kept the press quiet and the rumors from spreading.
Patricia…
Brandon’s mind landed on her and just stuck there.
After a while, he stubbed out his cigarette and nodded. “Got it.”
“You look exhausted. Go home and get some rest,” his boss said.
“Thanks.” Brandon didn’t argue–he just grabbed his stuff and headed out.
He knew once he was gone, the case would be passed to someone else. Kelly would probably get slapped with some minor charge and then walk free.
In the end, justice was just for show. Who could say what really happened?
Brandon pulled his old Nissan out of the station’s lot and turned down a quiet side street.
As he rounded the corner, he spotted a black van parked at the curb. The driver’s window rolled down.
He eased up on the gas, just in case.
Right as he was about to pass, someone tossed a black package through his open window. It landed on the passenger seat with a thud.
His reflexes kicked in–he yanked the dashcam off the windshield.
Leaning out the window, he saw Jackson in the driver’s seat, cap pulled low, a lollipop in his mouth. “Don’t forget what our Miss did for you, Brandon,” he said.
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“Brandon.” Not a threat–a reminder. And whatever was in that package, it was important.
He watched the van pull away, then tore open the envelope.
Inside were stacks of photos–Greg and Kelly tangled up together, caught in all sorts of messy situations. There were files, too, showing Kelly abusing her job as a teacher–inviting pretty girls to dinners, things that would make anyone’s skin crawl.
This wasn’t just about murder. If this got out, it would drag down a lot of people.
In Patricia’s hands, this evidence was a bargaining chip–enough to force Kelly into an impossible
choice.
But in Brandon’s hands, it was a bomb that could blow up everything.
He didn’t hesitate–he turned the car around and drove straight back to the station.
His boss looked surprised to see him. “Back already?”
“Flat tire,” Brandon said, ducking into the supply room and pretending to look for tools.
He made it look casual, like he wasn’t up to anything.
As soon as the coast was clear, he slipped into the interrogation room. The detective on the case–a woman–looked dead on her feet. Kelly had worn her down.
Brandon walked over and tapped her gently on the shoulder. “I’ll take it from here.”
She didn’t argue. She just stood up and left.
Kelly looked tired herself, but she put on a brave face. With her army of lawyers backing her up, there was no way she could afford to lose.
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