As I worked, I reviewed Derrick’s meticulous notes and messages. His conversations with others revealed a horrifying network of individuals who traded in secrets and vulnerabilities. They spoke in coded language, discussing what seemed like orders and transactions. The gravity of it all made my stomach churn, but I pushed the nausea aside. I had to focus on finding the right evidence to bring this to light, to protect myself and the others caught in this web.
Once I had everything I needed, I carefully placed his laptop back in its briefcase, resetting it exactly as I’d found it. I knew Derrick’s routine well enough to know he wouldn’t notice any changes immediately.
My next step was crucial. I needed to reach out to someone I could trust. The clock read 3:45 a.m. as I picked up my phone and dialed my older brother, a detective in the city. He answered groggily, but as soon as I explained the situation, his voice sharpened with concern.
