The room remained silent after Raze placed the recorder on the table because nobody seemed willing to interrupt the weight of what had just happened.
“You kept it.” The Architect said staring at the recorder.
“I kept the truth.” Raze nodded.
Casey carefully picked up the recorder and handed it to one of the investigators.
“It’s going into evidence.” Casey said.
The Architect’s calm expression finally began to crack.
“You think one recording changes anything?” He asked and Wayne stepped forward.
“It isn’t one recording. It is years of records, financial documents, witness statements, surveillance logs and your own correspondence.” Wayne said.
He gestured toward the growing collection of evidence boxes lining the wall.
Another investigator entered carrying yet another seale
