The funeral was silent—except for Scrappy, my brother Finn’s dog, frantically scratching at his casket. Everyone thought it was grief. I knew it was a warning.

Finn had died in a motorcycle accident—or so they said. But two nights before, he’d called me in a panic. He’d found something that implicated Leo, the club president. “Scrappy knows,” he’d whispered.

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At the funeral, Scrappy uncovered a hidden latch in the casket. Inside: a USB drive.

I grabbed it, just as Leo lunged for it. Scrappy caused a diversion, and we escaped. I ran to Sarah, an old friend with tech skills. Offline, she unlocked the drive using the password: ScrappyKnows.

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What we found was staggering: ledgers, shipping manifests, and an audio file—Leo and Marcus, the club’s elder, discussing Finn’s murder. They were trafficking weapons under the club’s name.

Finn had planned for this. A file labeled “Contingency” told me to find Detective Miller. I leaked a tip, baited Marcus to meet me, and used the dummy USB drive with a tracker to lure him in. When Leo showed up, too, it all exploded.

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Police arrived in time. Marcus and Leo were arrested. Finn’s