Chapter 7 - The Clock in the Corner
Dr. Tessa Ward wouldn't show Nia the photographs at a coffee shop.
“Those images are part of an incident record,” she said over the phone. “A screenshot sent from somebody's old phone is not how I want that record handled.”
She'd spent twenty years recording safety events at training sites. There was nothing dramatic about her voice, but Nia trusted it. Tessa knew how easily a real event could become questionable once people lost track of where the evidence came from.
Nia gave her the appropriate inspector general contact rather than asking for a private copy. Two days later, Tessa submitted a statement and identified the archive system containing the original photographs, the dispatch notes and the incident sequence recorded by the range control desk.
When investigators later showed Marcus copies of the material in a confidential interview, he recognized the angle of the smoke and the yellow line down the side of the first emergency truck. A digital sequence in the archive placed him and Luis with the casualties before Harlan's official vehicle entered the access road. The timing did not by itself prove who carried whom. It did prove that the public account could not be taken at face value.
“Does that mean you can fix it?” Marcus asked.
The interviewer, a civilian investigator named Rebecca Sloan, closed her notebook. “It means we have evidence to examine alongside testimony. The award and the foundation finances are separate reviews.”
Marcus looked disappointed. Nia felt the same sting, though she'd spent days reminding herself that investigations didn't move at the speed of righteous anger.
Outside, Eli waited beside a vending machine. He'd given a full statement about the training lane. The original video had been copied into an official evidence system, and his own phone was returned after the transfer. He looked exhausted.
“They're asking whether I edited anything,” he said.
“That's routine when a recording matters.”
“They're also asking whether I planned the confrontation with you.”
Nia leaned against the wall. “Did you?”
“I knew he was angry with you. I started recording because something felt wrong. I didn't know he'd tell you to kneel.”
“Then say exactly that. Don't improve your answer to make it sound heroic.”
Eli smiled without humor. “Funny. That's the thing this whole mess is about.”
His phone buzzed. He checked it and held the screen out to Nia. The confrontation video was spreading on an account with thousands of followers. The caption said Colonel Harlan had stolen a medal, and it named Luis Beltran as a man who helped cover it up.
“That's not our recording,” Eli said. “Look at the angle. Somebody was behind the line.”
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Nia watched the post replay. Then she saw a comment from Carmen Beltran beneath it.
Please stop using my husband's name. Our children can see this.
