r Professor Anya Sharma' s name on the screen, a st
er, tight with a fear I' d never heard, followed by a
ctive Miller' s dismissive skepticism as he took down details of A
lanation of a botched robbery felt like a cruel joke; the specific, bru
mien Vance was behind it, a suspicion Miller coldly brushed aside, re
rime scene, my fingerprints everywhere, painting me as the pr
encrypted hard drive, her life's work, the dangerous trut
idified: If the system wouldn' t deliver justice, I would fi
ring myself as a pawn to Damien Vance, becoming his personal assi