Masuk[POV: Lewis] [Location: Edinburgh — Kitchen / Home]He stared at the photo for a long time.Rose. Three months ago, judging by her school jacket — the old one, the navy one she'd stopped wearing in March. Standing outside a building he didn't recognize, some kind of converted warehouse or arts space. Next to her, a man. Dark jacket, late twenties or early thirties, relaxed posture, standing close enough to be familiar with her.Not touching her. But close.Lewis enlarged the image. Rose's expression was unguarded in a way he hadn't seen from her in months. Laughing at something. Completely at ease.He looked at the number. Edinburgh area code. No name. No further messages.He forwarded it to Eleanor with one line: Find out who sent this. Tonight if possible.Then he sat at the kitchen table and thought about what he knew and what he didn't.He knew Rose had been meeting this group for three months. He knew she'd said she hadn't been drinking, hadn't done anything dangerous. He knew t
[POV: Lewis] [Location: Edinburgh — Canongate Police Station]The station waiting area smelled like old coffee and industrial floor cleaner.Lewis sat in a plastic chair at three in the morning and waited for Constable Harris to bring Rose out. He'd driven here in eleven minutes, which was faster than the route should have allowed. He hadn't thought about it.Yessica had stayed home with Grace. They'd agreed on that without discussion — someone needed to be there when Grace woke up, and Lewis was the one Rose had asked for.She'd asked for him specifically. That meant something. He wasn't sure yet what.The door opened.Rose came out looking completely different from the girl he'd left at the dinner table six hours ago. Her school uniform was gone — she'd changed into jeans and a dark jacket at some point after climbing out the window. Her hair was loose. She looked older than fifteen, which was its own kind of alarm.She saw him and stopped walking.He stood up.They looked at each
[POV: Yessica] [Location: Edinburgh — Rose's Bedroom / Home]Lewis knocked twice more before the door opened.Rose stood in the gap, still in her school uniform, her eyes red but dry now. She'd stopped crying and rebuilt enough of the wall to face him. That was very Rose — never let anyone see the full thing."I'm fine," she said."You skipped class this afternoon," Lewis said. "Your school called."Something moved across her face. Not quite guilt. More like the look of someone who had calculated wrong."I just needed some air.""With a bag packed."The wall went up the rest of the way. She turned back into the room and sat on the edge of her bed, putting distance between them in the only way available to her.Lewis came in. Sat in the desk chair across from her. Didn't close the gap.Yessica stood in the doorway. She didn't go in — this one needed Lewis, not both of them at once. But she stayed close enough to hear."Where did you go?" Lewis asked."Just walked around.""For two hou
[POV: Lewis] [Location: Edinburgh — Sterling Industries, Boardroom / Home]The boardroom was full by nine.Twelve chairs, twelve faces, the particular energy of people who knew something was about to happen but weren't certain what form it would take. Lewis had arrived early, which he rarely did. He was already seated when the others filed in.Marcus sat across from him. Their eyes met briefly. Marcus looked tired.Lewis waited until everyone was settled."Before we move to agenda items," he said, "I want to table an item that isn't on the document you received. It concerns a conflict of interest relating to the Whitmore acquisition proposal."The room shifted.Martin Bale, the chair, looked up from his papers. "This wasn't submitted for review.""It came to my attention on Tuesday. I've spent two days having it verified by legal counsel." Lewis set three bound folders on the table. "Eleanor Hayes's firm. I think most of you know her work."He waited while the folders were passed aro
[POV: Lewis] [Location: Edinburgh]He read the message twice.Tell Claire not to go to Stanford. Or I will.Lewis put the phone face-down on the table, excused himself with a word to Yessica — a look that said emergency, not catastrophe, stay here — and went back out to the corridor.He called Eleanor before the door closed behind him.She answered on the first ring. "I see it. He copied me.""He threatened my daughter.""He's trying to rattle you before Thursday. He doesn't have enough yet to file, which is why he's pushing personally instead of legally." Eleanor's voice was steady. She'd been doing this a long time. "If he contacts Claire directly, that changes our position significantly. Right now it's just a message to you.""What does he actually have?""A claim that you and Sienna had a professional relationship that damaged her reputation and that you used Sterling Industries resources to fund a suppression campaign after her stalking was exposed. It's thin. It relies on Sienn
[POV: Lewis] [Location: Edinburgh — Post-Graduation Restaurant]The restaurant was loud with celebration.Three long tables pushed together, the family spread across them — Ethan and Grace at the far end conducting some kind of competition involving bread rolls, Moira and Theron sharing a bottle of wine, Regina and David across from Yessica, Claire at the center of it all still wearing her graduation gown because Grace had asked her not to take it off yet.Lewis sat at the table and watched his daughter laugh and thought: not yet. Not this table. Not this hour.Eleanor's message was still on his phone.James Morton Junior knew everything. The acquisition plan, his father's litigation strategy, the leverage play against Sterling Industries. He'd known for at least three months.And in two weeks, Claire was supposed to leave for Stanford with James by her side.Lewis ate what was put in front of him. He answered when spoken to. He smiled when Claire looked at him, which she did often,
POV: Yessica | Location: New YorkShe should have gone back to sleep.She knew that. She was lying in the dark in the guest room with her hand on her stomach and her phone face-down and the silver box on the nightstand, and the rational thing — the self-preserving thing — was to put the pillow over
POV: Yessica | Location: New YorkSeven days.Seven days since the test, and she still hadn't told him.She'd planned it a hundred different ways. The right moment, the right words, the right version of Lewis sitting across from her long enough to actually hear it. But the right moment kept not arri
POV: Yessica | Location: New YorkThe cramping started at two in the morning.Not the vague discomfort she'd been telling herself was normal for eight weeks. This was sharp. Wrong. The kind of pain that arrived with its own specific grammar — urgent, insistent, impossible to argue with.She stumbled
POV: Yessica | Location: New YorkThe Harrington dinner was three days after the anniversary.Lewis mentioned it Tuesday morning with the same tone he used to mention board meetings — logistical, assumed, her attendance implied without being requested."Eight o'clock. Le Bernardin. David Harrington







