I wanted to shout at Alma. Alma had watched me leave with boxes while she remained at her desk.

Malik separated us before taking her statement. I sat under the station clock and counted the clicks. Priya brought me tea and did not ask for the story. Through a glass partition, I watched Alma remove ledgers, flash drives, and bank copies from the accordion file. The evidence looked ordinary enough to fit inside a school bag.

When Malik returned, he explained only what he could. Alma claimed Simon had created shell vendors and used false event expenses to move money. She entered transactions after he threatened to expose tax mistakes she made while caring for her ill husband. The first one hundred invoices belonged to our company. Later records involved two newer businesses. She had kept copies because Simon continued demanding her help after retirement.

The roses were a poor decision, Malik said, but the florist record supported Alma's account that she wanted a traceable event leading to law enforcement. She feared calling because Simon monitored a phone he paid for. She had moved out that morning and was requesting protection. I could choose whether to make a new harassment complaint while investigators evaluated the financial evidence.

I asked to speak with her in Malik's presence. Alma apologized without asking me to understand. She said she selected yellow because Simon had used them as a signal that silence would be rewarded. One hundred roses meant she was returning every signal at once. I told her the bouquet had terrified me and that using my fear as a summons was not hers to justify.

She nodded. I also told her I would provide documents and testimony if investigators reopened the case. I was not doing it to rescue her or repair our old relationship. I was doing it because the file now contained facts that had once been hidden, and because other people could still be losing money. Both truths could stand together.