Masuk“We need to find her before she does something we can’t undo.”Xavier was already pulling his jacket on, keys in hand, by the time I’d relayed everything Jeremy told me. His face had gone hard with focus, none of the softness from ten minutes ago left in it.“Jeremy said she wasn’t fit to drive,” I said, grabbing my coat. “If she’s out there right now, unstable, cornered, there’s no telling what she’ll try.”“Which is exactly why we need Ashford moved somewhere secure immediately.” Xavier was already dialing as we hit the stairs. “If she genuinely believes destroying evidence is her only way out, he’s the most obvious target.”Ashford answered on the second ring, his voice sharp with alertness despite the late hour.“I heard,” he said, before Xavier could explain. “Jeremy called me directly after he called you. I’ve already arranged secure transport. I’ll be somewhere she can’t reach within the hour.”“Good.” Xavier exhaled, some tension easing from his shoulders. “What about the file
“It’s done.”Ashford’s voice came through the phone flat with exhaustion, though something steady lived underneath it, the particular calm of a man who’d finally crossed a finish line he’d been running toward for over a decade.Xavier and I sat pressed close together on his couch, the phone between us on speaker, both of us barely breathing.“The filing went through?” I asked.“Twenty minutes ago. Sofia’s recording, Victoria’s father’s journals, the Meridian paperwork, all of it, submitted directly to Judge Harrington’s chambers under emergency review.” Ashford exhaled slowly. “The judge has already scheduled an expedited hearing. Two days from now.”Relief crashed through me so hard I had to grip Xavier’s hand to stay upright on the couch.“Two days,” I repeated. “That’s it? After everything, two days?”“Given the severity of what we’re alleging, and the strength of the evidence, Judge Harrington moved faster than I’ve seen in twenty years of practice.” Ashford’s voice carried someth
“Sofia? It’s us.”Xavier knocked twice, sharp, urgent, and I stood close behind him in the dim hallway of her apartment building, my heart hammering against my ribs.The door opened a crack, chain still latched, one wide, frightened eye visible in the gap before Sofia recognized us and fumbled the chain loose.“Thank god.” She pulled the door open fully, and I saw she’d been crying, mascara smudged beneath her eyes, her hands trembling as she stepped back to let us in. “I don’t know who it was. I heard someone trying the lock, and then footsteps running when my neighbor’s dog started barking.”Xavier moved through the apartment fast, checking the windows, the fire escape, every possible point of entry, while I sat Sofia down on her couch and wrapped a blanket around her shaking shoulders.“You’re safe,” I said, though I wasn’t entirely certain of that myself. “We’re here now.”“I called the building super. He’s checking the security footage.” Sofia’s voice wavered. “I know this is my
“I brought everything.”Victoria stood in Ashford’s temporary office doorway, a worn leather satchel clutched against her chest, her eyes red-rimmed like she’d been crying the whole drive over. Xavier tensed beside me, and I felt my own guard rise instinctively, two years of learning not to trust this woman refusing to let go easily.“Come in,” Ashford said, his voice carefully neutral, the voice of a man who’d learned long ago not to extend trust before evidence earned it. “Sit down. Let’s see what you have.”Victoria crossed the room and set the satchel on the desk with careful, almost reverent hands, like she was handling something sacred rather than paper.“My father kept journals for years. Every job, every client, every uncomfortable thing he witnessed and couldn’t say out loud to anyone who might repeat it.” She opened the satchel and pulled out three leather-bound books, their spines cracked with age. “This one. The entries start two weeks before your parents died, Kara, and e
“You need to hear this before you hand that recording over.”Victoria’s voice shook slightly over the phone, none of her usual cold composure holding steady. I sat frozen at my kitchen table, Xavier across from me, both of us staring at the screen like it might explode.“Talk,” I said. “Fast.”“My father worked for the Devontes for fifteen years. Head of private security, the same position Thomas Reyes holds now.” Victoria’s breath came uneven, like she was forcing herself through something she’d rehearsed but still couldn’t fully stomach saying out loud. “He was there the night your parents died, Kara. Not as the one who pulled the trigger. As the one who was supposed to make sure it never happened at all.”My stomach dropped straight through the floor. “What are you talking about?”“My father tried to stop it.” Her voice cracked. “He found out what Mrs. Devonte was planning three days before it happened. He went to her directly, told her he wouldn’t be part of it, told her he’d go t
“Thank you for coming.”Sofia looked younger in person than the nineteen years Marcus had mentioned, her hands wrapped tight around a paper coffee cup at the small diner booth, her eyes darting toward the door every few seconds like she expected someone to burst through it.“Thank you for reaching out.” Xavier’s voice had gone careful, gentle, nothing like the controlled urgency I usually heard from him. “You didn’t have to do this.”“I know.” Sofia’s fingers tightened around the cup. “I’ve thought about calling for months. I found something in my dad’s things after he stopped taking my calls. I didn’t understand what it was until recently.”She slid a small flash drive across the table, worn at the edges like it had been carried in a pocket for a long time.“What is it?” I asked.“Recordings. My dad used to record everything, meetings, conversations, anything that felt important enough to protect himself later.” Her voice wavered. “I found this one labeled with a date. Two years ago.







