Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Jerk.
I looked up at the dude, cocking an eyebrow. “I didn’t call
a lawyer,” I told him.
He smiled small and shot his eyes up. I followed his gaze,
seeing the video camera, and after another moment, the power
light went off.
What the hell was going on?
I glanced at him again.
He dug in his briefcase, pulling out something wrapped in
plastic. He set it on the table in front of me.
“I can have it taken care of, if you like, but I thought you’d
want to see it destroyed yourself,” he informed me.
I leaned over the package, making out Rika’s dagger
inside. Clean and shining new. Maybe particles of blood could
still be found on it, though, which was why he suggested it be
destroyed?
Why would they let me destroy my murder weapon?
I thinned my eyes on him. “What is this?”
“You’re free to go,” he said.
My heart leaped. “Why?”
He let out a small breath and placed his case on the table,
unbuttoning his jacket and having a seat. Pulling out a paper
from his briefcase, he placed it in front of me.
“No one will mourn your father,” he told me. “In fact,
there are many who are quite happy—and grateful—that he’s
gone. The testimony is that you and your friends showed up at
the parade to celebrate. When you arrived, one of your father’s
disgruntled employees had done him in, and you found him
lying in his blood up on the roof.”
I scanned the paper, the testimony written there.
“Everyone has signed it,” he informed me as I spotted the
signatures.