“This is exactly what I warned everyone about.”
“She’s unstable.”
“Delusional.”
“She’s trying to shift the blame before federal investigators arrive.”
I tilted my head.
“You mean the investigators waiting outside Gate Two?”
Everything stopped.
Kane’s jaw tightened.
A small muscle twitched in his cheek.
For the first time all morning, his confidence cracked.
I turned toward the hangar doors.
Outside, two black SUVs rolled slowly across the tarmac.
No flashing lights.
No sirens.
No drama.
Just federal plates reflecting the sunlight.
Captain Royce suddenly looked sick.
Kane recovered quickly.
“Nice bluff.”
I almost laughed.
“It isn’t a bluff.”
The truth was simple.
While Kane’s men were planting fake evidence inside my locker…
My hidden camera had recorded every second.
While Royce was signing false paperwork…
My audit software was copying the original records to a secure federal server.
While they were congratulating themselves…
I was tracing every missing shipment.
Every stolen rifle.
Every missing crate.
Every forged signature.
And every trail led back to one person.
Captain Royce.
And a private security company owned by his own brother.
The room felt colder.
Much colder.
