I looked up.
Valeria was holding her phone.
Her face told me she had sent it before she meant to.
I raised my phone and showed the officers.
The younger one read it and looked at Valeria.
Her cheeks flushed.
“Ma’am,” he said, “I recommend you stop sending threats.”
“It’s not a threat,” Valeria said quickly. “It’s—”
“Evidence,” I finished for her.
That word landed harder than any insult.
