“No,” I said. “But I’m patient.”
The line went silent.
Then Linda said, “There are things you don’t understand. Things that were set in motion before you ever put on that uniform.”
“Then explain them.”
“You always did love giving orders.”
“I learned from professionals.”
Her breath hitched, anger cracking through the polish.
“You think that uniform makes you untouchable,” she said. “But uniforms come off. Titles disappear. A woman can be made small very quickly when the right people decide she has forgotten her place.”
Beside me, Colonel Alvarez’s expression hardened.
I reached for a notepad and wrote: TRACE CALL? He nodded and stepped out swiftly.
“Linda,” I said, keeping my voice even, “listen carefully. The forged deeds, the pension documents, the insurance forms, the fake credentials Ryan carried this morning—those are crimes. Not family misunderstandings. Not private marriage issues. Crimes.”
“You’re using big words because you’re scared.”
“No. I’m using accurate ones because you should be.”
She laughed then, low and bitter.
“You don’t even know his real name.”
I looked at the sealed court record.
“Neither does he, apparently.”
The silence that followed told me I had finally struck bone.
When Linda spoke again, her voice had changed completely. It became old. Tired. Almost stripped of performance.
“He was supposed to have a better life.”
“By stealing a dead child’s identity?”
“He was a child too.”
“And now?”
“Now he is all I have left.”
There it was. Not remorse. Not apology. Possession.
Ryan was not a son to her. He was an artifact. A life she had reshaped to fill a grave.
“Linda,” I said, “who helped you?”
She said nothing.
“Who prepared the documents?”
Still nothing.
“Who told Ryan to come to this base with forged credentials?”
A soft click sounded on the line.
She had hung up.
A minute later, Alvarez returned.
“Call was routed through a civilian number registered to a prepaid device,” he said. “Security is preserving the log.”
“Of course it was.”
“Ma’am.” He hesitated. “CID wants to speak with you. The general has also been informed.”
I gathered the court record, the financial reports, and the forged copies into one folder.
“Then let’s not keep anyone waiting.”
