Five years after my death, the police finally unearthed my remains. Hidden in my mouth, they found a customized chip and a micro-transmitter. Everyone knew what that meant. It meant that I was neither a disgrace nor a traitor to the Detroit Police Department (DPD). Even while enduring inhuman torture, I had never stopped sending intel on the drug ring. My husband cried his heart out. My sister swore she would hunt down the killer. My mentor, Martina Powell, was so furious that she ended up in the ICU. Yet as my spirit hovered above them, smiled with a sense of hollow relief. The killer? She was standing right beside my husband, his childhood friend, Avelina Winslow.

Chapter 1

Five years ago, Avelina had joined hands with a drug trafficker to silence me.

Using my credentials, she hacked into the internal system and leaked the list of undercover agents. Hundreds of officers were exposed, hunted down, and slaughtered in retaliation.

When my husband led the SWAT team and burst through the door, he found Avelina drenched in blood, sobbing, accusing me of betraying my team, of even trying to kill her.

If reinforcements hadn't arrived in time, she claimed, I might have murdered her on the spot.

The crime scene was a mess. The records showed internal breaches. Large sums had been transferred from my mother's medical account.

Every piece of "evidence" pointed squarely at me.

My husband hated me, my mentor Martina denounced me publicly, and my sister, who once idolized me, published a statement severing all relations.

I was abandoned by all, condemned as the shame of the DPD.

Five years later, during a raid on a drug ring, officers searched the dog