Chapter 7 - LUCA’S LAST FILE
Investigators recovered Luca’s missing file from the least dramatic place imaginable.
An old accounting-service backup.
Luca had configured his laptop to synchronize one encrypted directory through a third-party audit platform.
After his death, no one noticed the dormant account.
The vendor retained disaster backups for seven years.
Inside:
Auralis invoices.
Serial-number discrepancies.
Emails.
Payments to Marcus Vale.
Draft notes.
And an audio file.
I could not hear it.
That mattered less than I expected.
For three years I had imagined sound as the gatekeeper of truth.
It wasn’t.
The recording was transcribed independently.
Luca’s voice.
Sabrina’s.
Wexler’s.
A meeting held eight days before the explosion.
Luca:
Auralis billed us for sixty-four monitoring units. I can locate eleven. Where are the rest?
Sabrina:
Distributed across partner sites.
Luca:
Name them.
Silence.
Wexler:
You’re turning research accounting into an accusation.
Luca:
Because the accounting is fictional.
Then the sentence that broke me.
Luca:
I’m telling Adrian tomorrow.
Sabrina:
Don’t.
Luca:
Why?
Sabrina:
Because once he knows, he’ll burn the whole thing down.
Luca laughed.
Exactly.
I could picture him saying it.
That stupid half-smile.
That certainty.
He had trusted me.
Not because I was powerful.
Because he believed I would do the right thing once I knew.
He died before he could tell me.
For three years, I blamed myself because I asked him to meet at Warehouse 14.
The recovered file showed something else.
Luca chose the location because the physical invoice archives were there.
He told me to come early.
The explosion was not caused by my request.
Guilt had been another cage built from incomplete information.
The federal investigation expanded.
Marcus Vale was arrested on charges connected to sabotage, evidence destruction, and financial crimes.
Wexler faced charges related to fraud, records falsification, obstruction, and medical misconduct.
Sabrina faced conspiracy and financial charges.
The final legal outcomes would take years.
I stopped expecting a courtroom to heal my brother’s death.
Courts determine responsibility.
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They do not return people.
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