Identity Justice

: Shattere

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ke no tragedy had occured , the world had moved on, officers talking in hushed tones, neighbors g

remember the harsh glow of lights, the cold metal of the chair beneath me. A cup of

between sympathy and hesitation."Nalisha, I know this is difficult," he said, his voice softer than before. "But I need you to

worked a lot. He was always looking into thing

t?" Harris leaned

he words tasted bitter in my mouth. Was there something I had missed? Had m

r standing by the door. "Your father was a jo

Yeah. He wrote about corruption, crime,

e think your father may have been working on something d

eve it. "No. That doesn't make sense. Why would someone... why wou

nce bag across the table. Inside was a torn piece of paper, scr

appens to me, f

he bag, pressing my fingers against the plastic as if I

the t

till there, a dark void threatening to consu

rmin

ting?" I asked, my voi

But if your father left a message like

ul. He wouldn't have risked everything without a reason. Someone

I saw the police tape. It wasn't w

old, sterile room, staring

t, that I wouldn't stop un