Claire had written detailed notes next to every single dosage of her medication.

“They changed the schedule,” Nathan said, his eyes scanning the numbers. “She was getting triple the recommended dose of the experimental trial drugs.”

He turned the page, his breathing growing shallow and fast.

Beneath the medical charts was a series of printed emails.

They were dated two years ago, sent from an encrypted address to a recipient named ‘V’.

“V is for Vanessa,” I whispered.

Nathan didn’t answer, his eyes locked on the text of the messages.

The emails detailed Claire’s daily routine, her dietary restrictions, and her exact medication schedule.

One email stood out, sent just three weeks before Claire died.

*The subject’s liver enzymes are failing as predicted. The timeline is secure. Prepare the introduction to Caldwell.*

“They planned it,” Nathan whispered, the paper crinkling in his tightening grip. “They murdered her.”

“Who sent this, Nathan?” I asked, looking toward the heavy steel door.

“It’s Julian’s old company email,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, flat register. “He was working for Apex Robotics back then.”