Se connecterDante's PovSecurity had the feed up on a tablet by the time we reached the stairwell.I looked at it before we went down. The lobby camera was angled wide. Cassian was on his knees in the centre of the marble floor with both hands loose at his sides. The journalist from the morning appointment was near the reception desk with a recorder out."He planned this," I said."He planned the knees and the cameras," Valerie said beside me. "He thinks public humiliation is a lever.""He is leveraging himself," I said. "He looks desperate.""He is desperate," she said. "That is the whole point. He wants to look desperate. He wants footage of himself on his knees begging so that when the criminal case comes to court he can argue the punishment has already happened publicly."I looked at the feed again. "That is a sophisticated play for someone who has been off the grid for a week.""He has had time to think," she said. "When you have no money and no company and no family and nowhere to go, you
Valerie's PovMarcus had the full breakdown on my desk by nine.Thirty-one million in personal liabilities. The mortgage recalled. The credit facilities closed. The business debts from the insolvency falling through to his personal guarantees. Forty thousand in declared personal assets, which included a serviced apartment lease paid through to the end of the month and a car he had not sold yet.I read through all of it. Then I looked up at Dante across the table."The file he took from the building," I said. "It was not about money.""No?" he said."He could not use financial documents to save himself at this point," I said. "Everything is already in the administrator's hands. Anything financial is already known." I paused. "He took personal documents. Things that related to the original company formation. The early agreements.""Why would he want those now?" Dante said."Because if there is anything in them that complicates the criminal case," I said. "Anything that muddies the timel
Dante's PovSecurity confirmed Cassian had been removed from the building and handed to police for trespassing before we even left the table.I kept my hand at Valerie's back for the rest of the evening. Not hovering. Just there. She did not need shielding. She had made that clear in the room by turning around and saying exactly what she said in a voice that did not waver once. But I kept my hand there anyway because I wanted to and she did not move away from it and that was enough.We stayed for another hour. She worked the room the way she always did. The ring on her finger drawing exactly the kind of attention she had decided she was comfortable with. People were warm. Some were effusivehe handled all of it with the same level composure she handled everything.In the car on the way back she finally let herself be quiet."You are doing the still thing," I said."I am tired," she said."That is allowed," I said."I know it is allowed," she said. "I just do not do it often.""Being t
Valerie's PovThe security team confirmed at nine that morning what they had found in the second floor office.Three drawers emptied. A locked cabinet forced open. The file that had been inside it was gone. One of Dante's team had photographed the empty cabinet before we could get there and sent the images through. The lock had been broken cleanly. Someone who knew what they were looking for."He came prepared," I said."He knew exactly which cabinet," Dante said. "Which means he has been thinking about that room for a while."We were in my office. The door was closed. The morning was going on outside the window and neither of us was paying attention to it."What was in that file?" Dante said."I do not know," I said. "Not specifically. The building transfer only happened three weeks ago. We had not done a full inventory of the second floor yet." I paused. "But whatever was in that cabinet was the reason he came back twice before he broke in. It was the reason he stayed off the grid."
Dante's POVThe security footage came through at ten that evening.I pulled it up on my laptop and called Valerie immediately. She picked up on the first ring."I am sending it to you now," I said. "Watch the timestamp at the bottom.""Sending to my tablet," she said. "Give me a second."I waited. I could hear her moving. Then the sound of her sitting down."I have it," she said. "Playing now."The footage was from the service entrance camera. Grainy. The timestamp read 3:04 AM. The angle was wide enough to catch most of the alley running alongside the building.A figure appeared from the left side of the frame. Staying close to the wall the way someone does when they do not want to be seen and do not know the cameras are already on them."That is him," Valerie said."The build matches," I said. "The movement pattern. The way he is keeping his head down.""That is Cassian," she said. "I know how he moves."On the footage the figure reached the service door and stopped. He tried the ha
Valerie's POVI did not say anything in the elevator.Dante did not push it. He stood beside me, let the silence be what it was and when the doors opened he followed me back to the apartment without a word.I put the copy Marcus had photographed for records on the kitchen table and looked at it.The woman in that photograph was twenty-three years old and weighed forty-nine kilograms. She had not left the apartment in eleven days because she believed what she had been told about herself.I looked at her for a long time."Say it," Dante said."What?" I said."Whatever you are holding in right now," he said. "Say it.""I am not holding anything in," I said."You are very still," he said. "You go very still when you are holding something in."I looked at the photograph. "She looks exactly like I remember," I said. "I have not seen a photograph from that time in years. I had all of them deleted. He kept copies apparently.""Of course he did," Dante said."He kept them as a weapon," I said







