In the interrogation room at Bridger Lake Police, Sofia sat cuffed to the chair, shaking so much she could barely stay upright. The officer slid some papers across the table—screenshots of her texts, a grainy shot from the car rental’s security camera.
“Sofia, you rented a car under a fake name. You warned Nathaniel. That was all you, wasn’t it? The evidence is right here. Are you still going to pretend it wasn’t you?”
Sofia’s eyes locked on the message she’d sent. Her face had lost all color. Her lips trembled as she tried to explain. “I didn’t hide him. He threatened me. I only did what he asked because I was scared. If I didn’t help, he said he’d ruin me. I didn’t have a choice.”
“No choice?” The officer just gave a short, cold laugh. “You used an anonymous account to rent the car. You sent Nathaniel a picture of the license plate. That’s pretty careful planning for someone who had no choice. So tell me, how was a fugitive supposed to threaten you if you didn’t help him?”
He stared at her, eyes narrowed. “Or did you do something else, and he was blackmailing you?”
“No,” Sofia blurted out. “I didn’t do anything…”
“Then what did he have on you?” The officer smacked the table, the sound echoing through the room. Sofia flinched.
“My... my father died. Meyer family is just my brother now. Nathaniel said if I didn’t help, he’d destroy the family business, so I...” Her voice trailed off as she stared at her hands.
Out in the hallway, Matthew and Reese stood together, listening to the muffled crying and broken confessions. Both looked calm, not a hint of surprise or sympathy.
“She had this coming,” Reese said quietly, her voice steady. Sofia had teamed up with Bailey against her for years, and now she’d even gone as far as helping Nathaniel for her own gain. She’d made her choices.
Matthew gave Reese’s hand a gentle squeeze, his touch warm and steady. “It’s over. The people who got hurt will finally get the justice they deserve.”

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