Enough to move.
Not enough to warn.
“You took something very valuable,”Ford continues.
“And now… people are going to die because of it.”
My grip tightens.
“They were already dying,” I say.
My voice drops.
Cold.
“I just made sure the truth followed them.”
That lands.
I see it.
Just for a second—
his eyes sharpen.
“You think exposing it changes anything?” he asks.
“No,” I say.
Honest.
Flat.
“I think it burns everything down.”
Silence.
Then—
he exhales slowly.
“That list,” he says, voice lowering, “is bigger than you understand.”
“I understand enough,” I fire back.
“Judges. Supply chains. Military contracts.”
I take a step forward.
Just one.
“Children disappearing under ‘relocation programs.’”
One of the men shifts.
Uneasy.
Good.
