Chapter 2: The Evidence Locker

Chapter 2: The Evidence Locker
At the hospital, doctors stitched twelve deep cuts along my scalp.
While a nurse cleaned the dried blood from my hair, I finally examined the flash drive.
There was only one folder.
"IF THEY EVER HURT SOMEONE ELSE."
My hands trembled.
Inside were hundreds of files.
Bank statements.
Audio recordings.
Emails.
May you like
Property deeds.
And one video recorded nearly eight years earlier.