LOGINChristabelSebastian wanted to call the police immediately, and Sophie agreed, and I understood exactly why, and still I found myself arguing against waiting even the twenty minutes it would take for a proper response team to mobilize."She could be gone in twenty minutes," I said. "She's evaded us for fifteen years, Sebastian. If we wait for the police to organize a raid, we lose whatever window we actually have right now.""And if we walk in there without backup and something goes wrong, we lose a lot more than a window." Sebastian's jaw was tight, fear and urgency warring visibly across his face. "Christabel, this woman has already tried to hurt Jane once. I am not walking either of us into a building she's controlled for fifteen years without proper support.""Then we compromise. Sophie's team, positioned outside, ready to move in the moment we need them. We go in together, careful, and we don't do anything reckless. But we go now, before that light goes dark and she disappears ag
SebastianThe courthouse looked exactly the way it had the first time, wood paneled and quiet, except this time every calm face in that room was performing for an audience we couldn't see, and every one of us knew it.Fournier played his part perfectly, reading from prepared notes that sounded, to anyone listening, like the genuine, devastating conclusion to weeks of legal review. Beatrix sat beside her lawyer, composed, convincing, exactly the picture of a woman about to receive everything she'd supposedly wanted. Christabel sat beside me, her hand gripping mine under the table, both of us wearing expressions of carefully rehearsed devastation."Given the evidence presented," Fournier read, his voice carrying the particular gravity of a judge delivering unwelcome news, "this court finds sufficient concern regarding the circumstances of the marriage's formation to warrant reversion of control to the family trust, pending further review."The words, false as they were, still landed wit
ChristabelI sat up so fast the blanket slid off entirely, reaching for the phone before Sebastian had even finished reading the message out loud."Who confirmed," I asked. "Sophie, who responded."Sebastian read it again, his voice tight. "The confirmation came through under the name Colette Marchand."My stomach dropped straight through the floor. "That's not possible. Colette's been in hiding, terrified, she barely agreed to talk to us at all. Why would she suddenly confirm attendance at a public hearing?""Unless she didn't," Sebastian said slowly, the same dread I felt written across his face. "Unless someone's using her name the same way they used Margaux Rousseau's."I called Sophie immediately, my hands shaking as the line connected. "Sophie, we need eyes on Colette right now. If Vivienne's using her name, she might be in danger, or she might already be compromised.""I'm already on it," Sophie said, her voice tight with the same urgency coursing through me. "I have someone he
Sebastian"We have enough now," I said, pacing the length of my office while Sophie worked the phone, coordinating with the detective she'd finally managed to get seriously interested in the case. "Traffic camera footage placing her near an attempted incident involving a minor, a journal detailing premeditation, financial records tying her to years of embezzlement. That's not a bluff anymore. That's a case.""It's enough to open a formal investigation, sir," Sophie said, covering the phone briefly. "It's not enough to guarantee an arrest before she disappears again. Women like this, patient enough to plan for fifteen years, don't panic easily. She'll have contingencies.""Then we give her a reason to come out of hiding faster than her contingencies can handle."Christabel looked up from the corner of the room, where she'd been sitting with Gabriel, going over every detail he could remember about the drop system Vivienne had used to control him. "You want to use Gabriel as bait.""I wa
Christabel"Jane's activity," I said, already moving, my chair scraping back so hard it nearly toppled. "The Wednesday art class. It's at the community center three blocks from the penthouse.""Call the driver, now." Sebastian was already dialing, his voice sharp with barely controlled panic. "Tell Odette not to let her leave the building under any circumstances, security escort only, immediately.""Sir, I'm calling the security team stationed at the penthouse directly," Sophie said, phone already at her ear, her professional calm cracking slightly under the weight of the countdown. "They should still be there for the afternoon shift change."I dialed Odette myself, my hands shaking so badly I nearly dropped the phone twice before the call connected."Odette, don't let Jane leave for art class. Not yet, not until security clears it, do you understand me?""She's already in the car, Christabel, we left five minutes ago, we're almost there." Odette's voice carried confusion, unaware of
SebastianThe documents arrived at the office an hour later, boxes of them, and Sophie spread the contents across the conference table with the careful precision of someone handling evidence she already suspected would be devastating."It's not just us," she said quietly, sliding a folder toward me. "Sir, I think you need to see this before anything else."I opened it, and found photographs of a family I didn't recognize, a different city judging by the architecture in the background, a different decade judging by the fashion, but the same careful, patient surveillance style as everything we'd found connected to our own lives, distant shots, candid moments, documented with the same methodical attention."Who are they," Christabel asked, leaning in."I don't know yet. I'm running facial recognition now." Sophie pulled up another folder, and another, each one containing a different family, different decades, different cities, but the same pattern repeating itself over and over, careful







