26. Police are not your friend.

"I don't, I don't understand—what does this mean?" I hold the paper up.

I stared at the shocking evidence spread out before me. It couldn't be true, could it? He had handed me a stack of photographs, voice recordings, and proceedings - all pointing to my late father's involvement in an illicit drug organization.

My initial reaction was sheer shock. I couldn't comprehend how my father, the CEO of a respected company, Rivera's shipping could have been a part of any of this. Anger and confusion boiled inside me as I struggled to make sense of it all.

"You expect me to believe this?" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with a mix of fury and confusion. "How dare you come here and accuse my father of such heinous crimes? What proof do you have?"

Clark remained calm, his gaze steady. "I understand your disbelief," he said, his voice measured. "But these documents, these recordings, they hold the truth. Your father was deeply involved in this organization. I obtained this information through mont