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Beyonce Knowles Federal Bureau Headquarters
December 1
We were all sitting around the room, the tension hanging in the air as we tried to make sense of Trevante Rhodes and his family. Solange was perched on the couch, arms crossed, watching as Olivia scrolled through the files on her tablet.
We didn't have much to go on, but what we did know was unsettling.
"His father was William Rhodes," Olivia said, breaking the silence. "His wife, Diana filed for a divorce just a year before he was murdered."
"Why'd she leave?" James asked, leaning forward, frowning. "Seems quick to dip right before her husband ends up dead."
We all shared a look. It didn't take a genius to connect the dots. Diana must've known something.
"Maybe she knew he was in some deep shit," Solange chimed in, leaning back and tapping her fingers on her arm. "Got out before things went south."
"Anyone know where she is now?" I asked, feeling like we were missing something big here.
Olivia swiped a few more times on her tablet. "She moved to Nevada about six months after the murder. New state, new life."
"I want her location" I said and she nodded.
I nodded. We could deal with that later, but for now, I wanted to focus on Trevante and his family.
"Trevante has two brothers," I continued, flipping through the file in front of me. "One's dead. And his sister... she died when she was 16."
Kelly finally spoke up from the corner of the room. "Damn, that family's been through a lot. All that death and trauma."
"How did the sister die?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
Something about their whole backstory felt off.
Greg spoke up, cool and calm. "They said she had a psychotic breakdown. Couldn't handle it. Took her own life."
I glanced at him for a second, that uneasy feeling creeping in again, but I stayed focused. "We need to reopen William's case. There's more here than we realize."
Greg leaned back in his chair, shaking his head a little. "I don't think it's worth reopening an old case like this. We should focus on what's right in front of us."
I stared at him, trying not to let my frustration show. "We don't get to decide what's worth it, Greg. Every piece matters. William's death could be the key to unlocking all of this."
He didn't argue, just gave me that same calm, measured look. But I wasn't about to let this go.
Something wasn't adding up, and I was determined to figure out what it was.
