seeming to press in on me. Detective Miller sat across the

"The security footage from the university lab the n

in it was unmistakably me. I was standing at the lab's entrance, my hand on the

tinued, his eyes watching me closely. "And we have your phone records.

she called me," I said, my voice rising. "This

ctly how to stage a crime scene and then create a story about a powerful CEO to cover your trac

I felt the trap closing around me, the walls of the small room suffocating me. I was the perfect scapegoat, t

y mentor, a woman I loved like a mother, do you really think I'd be stupid enough to use my own phone and leave my fingerprints everywhere? Do you think I'd come running to y

He studied me, a flicker of something, maybe uncertainty

n the grimy precinct. He introduced himself as being sent by an anonymous benefactor who believed in my innocence. I knew instantly who sent

ifferent, hostile. I saw eyes on me everywhere, people whispering as I passed. The news was already breaking, pai

what they were looking for before they did, a small, encrypted hard drive hidden inside the spine of an old textbook Anya had given me. It was he

nly person I cared about. The grief was still there, a raw, open wound. But now, it was mixed with a burning, all-consuming rage. Damie