เข้าสู่ระบบEvelyn Laurent refused to touch the coffee her lawyer placed in front of her.“Tell me exactly what they have,” she said.Julian Hale settled into the chair opposite her in the consultation room. “You asked me to retrieve the records you identified. I've located some of them, but I won't tell you they're enough to establish everything the prosecution wants to know.”“I'm not asking you to promise me a miracle, Julian. I'm asking whether the records still exist.”“Some do. Others are missing, and a few have been moved from their original storage locations.”Evelyn's fingers tightened around the edge of the table.“Which ones did you find?”“The legal clearances you signed. Copies of the transfer approvals. Meeting records from the period when you were Chief Legal Officer, and correspondence relating to the Kingston trust.”For the first time since Julian had entered, Evelyn looked relieved.“Then we can proceed.”“Not until you understand something.” He leaned forward. “These documents
Elliot Shaw glanced at his phone as Michael arrived with a briefcase and a laptop bag. Three days had passed since Victor Moretti had given his lawyer instructions to retrieve the records.Victor was already waiting when the guard unlocked the consultation room. He stood before the door had fully opened.Michael opened the folder and turned it towards Victor. “The transfer schedules, payment instructions, and correspondence from the Ashford Club meeting are all here.”Victor sat down and examined the documents. When he reached a transfer authorization, his expression tightened.“I remember this transaction. I approved the payment, but I didn't create the authorization behind it.”“Can you prove who did?”“Not from this document alone.”Michael waited.“But the original records may establish who had access to the authorization system,” Victor continued. “Give Claire everything. Let her trace it properly.”Elliot tapped his screen, saving the time, then returned his attention to the mes
Victor Moretti pushed his breakfast aside when the correctional officer called his name.“Your lawyer is waiting in the consultation room.”Victor stood so quickly that his chair scraped against the floor.“Michael?”“That's what the schedule says. Move.”Victor followed him through the corridor, past two locked doors and a row of narrow windows. When the officer unlocked the consultation room, Michael was already seated at the table with a leather briefcase beside him.Victor pulled out the chair opposite him.“You came.”“You requested an urgent meeting.” Michael glanced at the untouched breakfast tray Victor had carried in from the dining area. “I assume you have finally decided to tell me something useful.”Victor sat down. “I need you to get everything.”“Everything concerning what?”“Andrew Kingston.”Michael placed his briefcase on the table and opened it.“You have made accusations against him before, Victor. The problem is that accusations are not enough. If you want the pros
"Moretti has been asking for his lawyer more often," Elliot said into his phone. "And yesterday, he spent nearly twenty minutes watching the corridor after his appointment. He wasn't waiting for an officer. He was watching who came and went."Marcus Hale straightened in his chair. "Good. What else?"An officer passed Elliot's open office door, carrying a thick file beneath his arm. He raised two fingers in greeting, and Elliot returned the gesture."Give me a few minutes, Marcus. I'll call you back when I can speak freely."He ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket.The morning had been busy. Elliot had spent the first hour completing assessments, reviewing case notes, and answering questions from officers who seemed to believe every problem in the facility could be solved by asking the behavioral specialist to fill out another form.Officer Daniels had just left after complaining about three incident reports and a missing signature."Perhaps the lunch schedule has becom
Elliot sat behind his desk in the correctional facility's assessment office, reviewing the notes from his previous sessions with Victor Moretti. The pages contained observations about Victor's mood, his willingness to cooperate with staff, and his adjustment to the restrictions imposed on him. Everything appeared ordinary enough, which was precisely how Elliot intended to keep it. He turned to a fresh page and wrote down the points he wanted to cover during their next session. Victor had become more guarded recently. He still answered questions, but he had started asking questions of his own. Elliot had noticed the change and adjusted his approach, returning to the neutral subjects that had established their working relationship in the first place. There was no reason to rush. He had been assigned to observe Victor's adjustment, and he intended to remain within that role. Questions about stress, decision-making, and the pressures surrounding a pending legal case were reasonable in a
Evelyn Laurent had learned that a courtroom could be quieter than a prison cell. The interview room had no windows, only a rectangular table, four chairs, and a camera fixed in the upper corner. A paper cup of water sat untouched beside her lawyer's briefcase. Across the table, Claire Bennett reviewed the documents arranged in front of her. Evelyn watched the prosecutor turn a page. “You said you were ready to cooperate,” Claire began. “Your statement suggested you had information about transactions approved during your time as Chief Legal Officer at Kingston Group. I need to know whether you're prepared to support that statement with evidence.” Evelyn folded her hands on the table. “I wouldn't have asked for this meeting if I intended to withdraw.” “People change their minds when they discover that cooperation doesn't guarantee immunity.” Julian Hale, her lawyer, shifted in his chair. “My client understands the terms. She also understands that the prosecution has not promised h







