“And the original footage?”
“Gone.”
“But not completely,” Ace said.
She looked at him.
He turned the laptop toward her, pulling up the still frame, the data Blaze had recovered.
“Partial backup,” he said. “Wiped from official records.”
Sarah leaned in, scanning everything.
“This is big,” she said quietly.
“Yeah,” Ace replied.
“No,” she said, looking back at me. “This is bigger than big.”
My stomach flipped.
“Once this goes out,” she continued, “there’s no controlling it. You understand that, right?”
“I do.”
“They’re going to push back. Hard. They’ll question your credibility. Your confession. Your past.”
“I know.”
Her gaze held mine.
“And they’ll come after you.”
“I know.”
Silence.
Then—
“Alright,” she said, sitting back. “Then we do this right. I’m also a Lawyer, and I am going to be your Lawyer. This makes me want to scream! My God, what were you twenty?”
My heart pounded. “Twenty-two. What are we going to do?”
“We verify everything. Cross-reference the data. Build the timeline. Then we release it all at once.”
“Not pieces?” I asked.
“No,” she said. “Because if we drip it out, they’ll bury it between each release. This way? It hits before they can react.”
That made sense.
Terrifying sense.
“And how long?” I asked.
“Twenty-four hours,” she said. “Maybe less.”
My pulse jumped.
