“They were all on Fate Mountain,” he said, showing the photo to Siren.
“Carl documented everything. Look at this letter.”
Reed read the note.
Greg. I fucked up. I got in too deep with the wrong people. They paid me good money, and I didn’t ask questions. It was a mistake.
They called me an asset while I fed them information for six years. I gave them names, locations, schedules. They wanted to know about shifter businesses.
I’m not a shifter, so I didn’t care. I told myself it was just corporate espionage. Industrial sabotage at worst. I didn’t know what they were actually doing with the intel I fed them.
Then I started to see the pattern. People were getting hurt. There was a huge wildfire right near my house, and I knew they had something to do with it.
I got scared and started gathering evidence against them. I knew I couldn’t just get out safely. I needed leverage. So, I documented enough to bring them down if they ever came for me.
The photos are meetings between the higher ups I observed. The USB has more. The older guy in the expensive suit is Ashcroft. He’s a billionaire. His money funds the whole operation.
The military looking guy is Thomas Draven. He runs a military company called Vanguard. They’re the ones who carry out the crimes.
The younger guy in the suit is my handler. He goes by Kevin Peters around town. But I have no idea what his real name is.
The photo of all three of them in Fate Mountain is from October of last year. They’re planning something big.
I’m sorry to bring you into this. But I don’t know who else to trust. I was stupid. I thought I could get out. Find someone who can do something with this information. The FBI maybe? Or someone in the shifter community. Someone with the balls to take on a billionaire.
I’m sorry for what I helped them do. I hope somehow this evidence can help make it right.
Carl
“Wow,” he said, looking up at Siren.
“Let’s take a look at what’s on this USB,” she said, plugging into Reed’s laptop.
She scrolled through more photos of meetings between Ashcroft, Draven, and Peters. There were also bank statements showing payments into Carl’s account from Teton Resource Group for $3500 each month for the past six years.
“Got them,” Siren said. “I need to send everything to Dom. This is big.”
“What’s on the audio recordings?” Reed asked.
Siren made a few clicks and started the first audio file.
“I didn’t know you were going to kill the dispatcher,” Carl said.
“You’re paid not to ask questions,” Kevin Peters said. It was the same voice from the recording.
“She was burned alive. In her own home.”
“Loose ends get handled. Remember that.”
Reed felt sick. Siren clicked through more files. More recordings. More evidence of the conspiracy and sabotage that had been wreaking havoc on his hometown.
There were references to operations Reed remembered. Forest fires. Equipment failures. The campaign of terror that had plagued Fate Mountain for years.
“We have everything we need for an airtight case. There is no deniability.” She pulled out one of her phones. “I’m calling Dom. We need next steps.”
Reed listened to her side of the conversation as she walked Dom through what they’d found. When she finished her explanation, there was a long pause.
“Local law enforcement is out,” she said. “Ashcroft has too much money. Too many connections. There’s no telling how many locals are compromised.” Siren was quiet for a moment. “I have a contact in the FBI. Her name is Kate Brennan. We served in military intelligence together. She’s now an agent in the New York City field office. She could actually do something with this.”
