Chapter 12 - The Recording
"You think I'm bluffing?" Miller said.
"No," Angela said. "I think you're scared."
She tapped her pocket. The small recorder was still running. Maddox had told her — the real Maddox, in a hurried whispered call 20 minutes earlier — "They're going to set you up. Record everything. I'm sending proof from a burner phone."
Miller's phone buzzed. He checked it. His face changed.
An email had just gone out — from Maddox's real account to the IG, to the local FBI field office, to Angela: shipping manifests, payment records, and a timestamped video of Miller giving orders.
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"He didn't show up," Angela said. "He sent proof instead."
Miller lunged. She backed out the door fast — Walter was there, flashlight blinding, uniform on, badge visible. Miller froze.
