Harper Lawson — The Midnight Betrayal
Moreno called a supervisor.
Soon two evidence technicians arrived, carrying sealed kits and wearing disposable gloves.
I waited downstairs while they documented the suitcase exactly where Lorraine had left it.
At 2:26, Ortega joined me in the library.
“There is an object consistent with a handgun inside a concealed compartment.
We are going to handle this under our evidence procedures.
You are not taking that bag anywhere.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”