#53: Hard Evidence
Without a word, Johnson stepped forward and pulled out a small recorder. “Let’s hear it again,” he said calmly, pressing play. Steve’s own voice echoed back: “I took it. I just wanted to impress her.”

Melissa stood still, watching as photos followed—museum records, close-ups of the ring, details only the original would have. The air left Steve’s lungs. He slumped slightly, as if the weight of the evidence physically pulled him down. His story wasn’t just unraveling—it had collapsed.
