The Last Confession

Detective Ryan Carter never trusted easily. Years on the force had taught him that everyone had secrets—some darker than others. But when his longtime partner, Detective Lisa Monroe, was found dead in an abandoned warehouse, he realized trust wasn’t just dangerous—it was fatal.

Lisa’s death was ruled an accident. A single gunshot wound, no signs of struggle. The scene looked too perfect. Too clean. Carter knew Lisa too well—she was always ten steps ahead, never reckless. Someone had set her up.

As he dug deeper, the walls started closing in. Lisa had been investigating a corruption case—one that pointed fingers at the highest levels of the department. Files were missing. Witnesses were scared silent. Someone had been watching her every move.

Then, he found the note.

Hidden in her apartment, wedged inside a hollowed-out book, was a letter addressed to him.

"Ryan, if you're reading this, I didn’t make it. But you already know that. Trust no one. Not even the ones closest to you. The answer is in case file #3187."

But case file #3187 was gone. Erased from the system. No record of it ever existing.

Lisa had always been smart. But she trusted the wrong person.

A security camera near her apartment gave him the final clue—the last person seen with Lisa before she died.

It was Captain Harris.

The man who had mentored him. The one who had always said, "Trust is everything in this job."

Carter clenched his fists. Lisa had died for the truth. And now, he had a choice—bury it like everyone else or bring the whole system crashing down.

He grabbed his gun.

Because some confessions were meant to be heard.