Chapter 7
The station house was cold and bright.
I gave my statement. Identified the weapons. Confirmed the conspiracy.
When I walked out into the night, the waitress was waiting by the curb.
Rain had stopped. Puddles glowed under streetlights.
"They're all being held," she said. "Charged with conspiracy, treason, and attempted murder. Your brother tried to frame you. But there were texts. Recordings. Everything."
She handed me a folded piece of paper.
"Found this in your brother's pocket when they searched him. Thought you should see it."
I unfolded it.
*Once he's gone, we split everything. Equal shares. No loose ends.*
Signed by all three.
May you like
I burned it with a lighter. Let the ash drift into the gutter.
"They were never my shares to take," I said. "They were never truly mine."
