I can show you the blind spots. They didn't hood me on the way in. He swayed, but stayed upright. I'm going back with you. No.
Nia's voice was firm. You need medical attention. And I need you here to trigger the releases if something goes wrong. She opened her father's old duffel bag. The disassembled pistol gleamed dully as she checked each piece.
Not a weapon of vengeance, but of protection. Of survival. Remember the siege, Evelyn said softly. You beat them with discipline then. Same thing now.
Nia nodded, loading spare magazines with mechanical precision. Each motion was measured, each decision calculated. Larkin and his men expected emotion to make her reckless. Instead, she would use their own procedures against them. The sun climbed higher, painting the room in hard morning light.
Nia sent the final confirmation texts to the witness network. Doctors, lawyers, clergy, veterans, people the town couldn't easily dismiss. They would gather quietly, phones ready, surrounding the training facility in a ring of surveillance. Timeline set, she said, checking the evidence dead drops one last time. Two hours from now, everything releases unless I stop it.
They'll have to move fast once they realize. Daniel gave her the updated facility codes he'd memorized. Evelyn hugged her fiercely. The veterans offered quiet words of support, their eyes showing they understood exactly what she faced. Nia stepped onto the porch, squinting in the full dawn light.
The street was empty. Patrols had eased off, thinking she'd fled town. They never expected her to move in broad daylight. " Ready? " she asked Daniel, who insisted on driving her despite his injuries.
He nodded grimly. " Time to bring them into the light. " Evelyn watched them pull away, then turned to her laptop. The evidence timer blinked steadily on the screen. In two hours, truth would begin cascading through every level of power in the county.
She placed her hand on the keyboard, ready to activate the sequence that would force justice into the open. The morning sun climbed higher over Maple Grove as Nia's car moved steadily toward the county line, carrying her straight toward the people who had tried to bury both truth and family in darkness. The county training facility sprawled across five dusty acres, its chain-link perimeter glinting in the late morning sun. Concrete buildings and weathered storage sheds dotted the grounds, casting harsh shadows across packed dirt and old firing ranges. From their position on the service road, Nia and Daniel studied the layout through binoculars. "