Riverview High

of ringing phones, whirring fax machines, and the percussive clack of computer keys immediately enveloping her. Clutching a disposable cup of sta

o her than her sterile apartment. Perhaps it was born from the certainty that the diligent acts of collecting evidence, interrogating witnesses, and piecing together fractured narr

s the city's grimy underbelly. One monitor in particular caught her eye - a camera positioned across from the gated entrance of Riverview High, the prestigious private academy nestled in the

dull, it persistently resurfaced to her waking mind in unexpected moments, the echo of that cursed place flooding her world with haunting memories and unanswered ques

ainers strewn across his desk as Megumi rapped her knuckles against the doorframe. A weary half-smirk crept across his jowled featur

the filter clenched between his teeth before sucking in a long, relieved drag. "Because the brass keeps r

its alumni had certainly greased enough palms at City Hall to bring the mayor's office into the fray. She knew all too well that the upper echelons wer

per brows knit together as he flipped through the stack of crime scene photographs, ballistics reports, and witness testimonies, the frantic violence of that fateful night almost leaping off the pages. Final

recited in a grim tone, the young victim's face seared into her psyche. "Strangled to death in a secure wi

from the smoldering cylinder dangling from his lips. Snapping the folder shut, h

rial trail is gonna uncover that a dozen Ivy League-educated private dicks and re

rner of Megumi's mouth, cold deter

uried, I'm going to dig until I hit bedrock - until every last hypocris

his best detective's features. He'd learned long ago not to underestimate Megumi when h

was the compact dynamo staring back at him now with the willpower of a Japanese kitchen blowtorch. Extinguishing the glowing cherry of his

ull autonomy. Now tell me what rotten shit you plan on