Tears were streaming down my face. “Why didn’t you tell me, baby?”
“Because you always look so sad when we talk about him. I didn’t want to make it worse.”
Eddie pulled out a small metal box from his coat. “This is everything Mark collected. All the evidence. My son kept it safe, and before he died, he told me where to find it. I’ve been too scared to do anything with it. These people killed my son. They killed your husband. But maybe now… maybe together…”
I reached for the box with shaking hands.
“What’s in here?”
“The truth.”
We went to the police that same afternoon. I held Lily’s hand the whole time while Eddie explained everything to Detective Morrison, who’d been on the force for 20 years.
The metal box contained photographs of trucks with doctored license plates, documents showing falsified waste disposal records, a flash drive with videos Mark had taken of nighttime dumping operations, and a list of names of company executives, local officials, and people who’d been paid to look the other way.
Detective Morrison’s face got darker with every piece of evidence.
“We’ll need to verify all this,” he said. “But if it’s legitimate…”
“It’s legitimate,” Eddie added. “My son died for it. Mark died for it.”
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