Nightshade didn’t grow loud.
It grew precise.
Dubai routing.
Cyprus intermediaries.
Invoice fraud.
Export categories deliberately mislabeled.
Every time we closed a door, Grant found another hallway—because he didn’t see laws as walls.
He saw them as suggestions.
When the evidence locked into place, I did the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
I walked into my supervisor’s office, stood at attention, and recused myself from prosecution.
Not from the truth.
From the role.
Because convicting my brother at counsel table would let the defense turn my integrity into a headline.
But testifying to my work?
That was different.
That was necessary.
Grant’s attorneys filed motions fast: improper warrant, biased investigator, personal vendetta.
Me translated into an insult.
Then the judge made a request that turned my stomach cold.
He wanted the originating investigator sworn to the affidavit.
So I showed up.
In full uniform.
Because if they were going to attack the case by attacking me, they were going to do it in the open.
PART 5 — The Question That Blew Up Their Story
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