"Her Signature"

They call it a suicide. I call it a masterpiece of deception.

​In the sterile, glass-walled offices of CK Global, we are taught that the truth is a variable-something to be edited, tailored, and sold. As their lead forensic analyst, I'm the one who signs the final report. I'm the one who makes the "ugly" parts of this city disappear.

​But the girl in the bathtub didn't kill herself.
​I can see it in the way the silk of her robe hangs-too tight, too deliberate. A thread of industrial-grade denim caught in her gold bracelet. A signature that doesn't belong in a penthouse.
​It's a signature I haven't seen since The Incident.
​To find the killer, I have to go where the cameras don't reach. I have to cross the line into The Bunker and find the woman who has every reason to want me dead.

​Vi. She was my savior once, before my family made her a ghost. Now, she's a mechanic with grease on her knuckles and a grudge that could burn this city down. She knows the secrets hidden in the seams of the fashion world. She knows what I'm afraid to admit.

​The truth isn't just a variable anymore. It's a target. And if I follow this thread to the end, I might be the next one to disappear.