LOGIN[POV: Lewis] [Location: Edinburgh — Home / Eleanor's Office]Eleanor read the forty-seven pages in forty minutes.Lewis sat across from her in her office and drank the coffee her assistant had brought and waited. Eleanor read with a pen in her hand, marking pages without expression, which was how she always read documents that were going to require her to dismantle them.She finished. Set it down. Capped the pen."It's not as strong as he wants you to think it is," she said."Tell me what it actually says.""He's claiming that you used Sterling Industries resources to fund a coordinated campaign to suppress Sienna Park's professional reputation following her stalking conviction. He argues that her conviction was itself influenced by your legal team's conduct, specifically that evidence was shaped rather than discovered." She flipped to a marked page. "He's also claiming emotional distress on Sienna's behalf, which he's funding as a third-party claimant because Sienna agreed to sign o
[POV: Yessica] [Location: Edinburgh — Kitchen]She heard Lewis's voice from upstairs.Not raised. That was worse, somehow. Lewis's anger lived in his control — the quieter he got, the more serious the situation. She came down to find him at the kitchen table with Rose, Rose's phone between them, both of them looking at something on the screen.Lewis looked up when she came in."Read the last ten messages," he said.She picked up the phone.The contact name said Jamie S. The messages were ordinary on the surface — where are you, come out, you're more fun than you pretend to be — the kind of text chain that looked like friendly banter until you looked at the timestamps. Eleven at night. Midnight. Two in the morning. And the tone underneath, familiar and pressuring in the way that had nothing to do with being fifteen.She checked the profile photo. A young man, early twenties at least. Confident smile."He said he was seventeen," Rose said. Her voice was defensive and tired at the same
[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: Yessica | Location: EdinburghAgnes's dinner on Sunday had been quiet and warm and exactly what all three of them needed without anyone saying so directly.Lewis had eaten two helpings of everything Agnes put in front of him, which Agnes noted with the satisfaction of a woman whose cooking had
POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh"What kind of something else?" Yessica said."Dr. Gillies would prefer to explain in person." The nurse's voice was professionally careful. The specific carefulness of someone who had been told not to give information over the phone. "She's available at two o'clock
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghAgnes arranged everything.This was non-negotiable and Yessica had stopped trying to negotiate it by Wednesday morning when she'd found a handwritten list on the kitchen table titled Saturday — Final with seventeen items already crossed off.The shop closed at noo
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghShe stared at the name for three full seconds.Lewis saw her face."What is it?"She turned the phone so he could see the screen.Something moved across his expression. Not guilt — recognition. The particular alertness of someone who has just understood a connecti







