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Maeve filed a records request the next morning, her fingers flying across the municipal portal. Rhyse fed Ana the logs under an agreement: the paper trail would only be published if the city tried to escalate charges. Ana agreed. “We don’t go to press with stolen goods,” she said, “but we will if they criminalize water.”

Silence settled. Outside, a delivery truck reversed with the slow mechanical sigh of a heartbeat.

As pressure mounted, the board released a statement calling the transfers “irregularities” and promising an “independent review.” It was a PR move—enough to stall prosecution but not to change policy. The city quietly froze some accounts while citing “security vulnerabilities.”

Later, when they sat at the kitchen table and split the last slice of pie, Maeve said, “You should have told us.”