What the hell am I doing?

I whisper to myself, sitting hunched in my tiny bedroom over my laptop.

At first, when I realized Barner hadn't yet removed my access to the project system,

I was elated.

But now, after ensuring I can shut down the entire

surveillance system for 10 minutes without leaving any digital crumbs that will lead back to me,

I'm not sure if it's worth it. I'd be risking my career and probably my freedom by doing this.

And for what? So I can help some 22-year-old convict who

killed a cop that had supposedly molested his sister Robosa's public defender

could never prove the cop had ever touched the girl but the kid had stuck to his

story throughout the trial and after he never denied murdering the cop he

admitted to me that killing the man was a mistake.

He said he should have done things the right way, gone through official channels, that he was so

blinded by rage he'd made a mistake when he snuck into the cop's house in the dead of night

and stabbed the man 37 times. That's one hell of a mistake. But I have a little

sister of my own, although she's grown now. If someone had done something to her? I look at the

computer screen, at the blinking cursor next to the code I've spent the last hour writing. I could

be kicked out of the system at any moment, but with

a couple of keystrokes, I can shut it down temporarily. I can find Barbosa and tell him

I won't be here to have his back anymore. I can tell him to stay away from the others, no matter

what. Doubt, double nodding my stomach, I switch tabs, pulling up the security camera feeds to see what everyone is up to.

What I see immediately makes me sick.

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