Isabella POV
Detective Ray Morrison looked exactly like what I'd expected from a cop who'd spent fifteen years chasing white-collar criminals - tired, cynical, and completely unimpressed by expensive suits and corporate titles. He sat across from us in Damien's secure conference room, studying the evidence from Dr. Vasquez's flash drive with the intensity of a man who'd finally found his holy grail.
"This is it," he said quietly, scrolling through financial records that connected Marcus Blackwood to seven years of corporate terrorism. "This is everything we've been trying to prove. Extortion, fraud, conspiracy, even accessory to murder."
"Can you arrest him?" I asked, though I suspected the answer wasn't that simple.
"With this evidence? Absolutely. But..." Morrison looked up from the laptop, his weathered face grim. "Blackwood's got connections everywhere. The moment I move on him officially, he'll know. And your friend Marcus Chen will be dead before we can get to him."
