But I slowly began to undo the knot… And when I saw what was hidden inside, I immediately called the police 😢😱
Inside was a bank card, a flash drive, and a short note in his handwriting.
“If you’re reading this, it means I didn’t have time to explain everything. The money on the card is in case something goes wrong. I feel like I’m being watched. If anything happens to me, don’t believe it was an accident.”
I inserted the flash drive into my laptop. In the video, he was sitting in his car, visibly nervous, glancing around. He spoke quietly but clearly. He explained that he had become a witness to fraud at work. Management was conducting illegal deals, laundering money through shell companies.
He had refused to participate and planned to hand the documents over to the prosecutor’s office. After that, they began hinting that it would be better for him to “keep his head down.” Then the threats became direct.
He said he had noticed a car parked near our house a couple of times. The same one. Dark, with tinted windows.
And then I remembered. The night he died, I had heard the sound of an engine. I hadn’t thought anything of it at the time. I assumed it was just a car passing by. But the sound had been too sharp, as if someone had driven away in a hurry.
I replayed that evening in my mind. He hadn’t fallen on the top step. He was lying at the bottom, as if someone had pushed him. The railing he usually held onto had been loose. We had planned to replace it, but it was still holding. The doctors said it was a fall. No one looked further.
There was another paragraph in the note:
“I don’t want to scare you. Maybe I’m wrong. But if something happens to me, know this — I did not intend to die.”
For five years, I mourned an accident. For five years, I blamed the rain, fate, myself for not going outside sooner. And now I realized: his death may have been staged.
