The evidence was piling up in neat lines no one could argue with.

The screen glowed in the dark shipping container.

I shut the camera app and opened the joint bank account portal.

I slid the heavy paper card to the edge of the metal desk.

My laptop sat open in front of me, its screen glowing against the dim walls of the comms office.

Outside the reinforced door, the base generator kept up a steady rattle.

I logged into the joint checking portal and opened the four-month history.