Cora
“I haven’t touched that report,” I said, my voice sharp, slicing through the heavy tension in Kingston’s office. “That’s not my work.”
Amy’s arms were folded across her ample chest, mouth twisted into a smirk that made my blood boil. “You handed it off to me the day before you left the department. I remember it very clearly.”
“You’re lying,” I snapped, heat rising up my neck. “You’re just making this up because you want someone to blame.”
Kingston stood near the window, the city skyline behind him casting harsh shadows across his face. He hadn’t said anything as Amy and I sparred—just listened, his frown deepening as Amy and I traded accusations.
When he finally turned, his tone was difficult to interpret. “Cora. Unless you can provide evidence that contradicts the access recor
