He knew the footage wouldn’t work on its own. But he also had something different. He had Fortune. A living body that told the story no paperwork could erase. Proof that breathed, struggled, and survived long enough to make outright denial impossible.
The threats arrived quietly at first, almost polite in their restraint. An email asking if he really wanted to reopen old habits. A message suggesting concern for his safety. Nothing explicit. Just enough to remind Sam that someone was watching and hoping he would stop.