MasukVivienne read the message twice, her stomach dropping through the concrete floor of the warehouse."Lucas." She turned the phone toward him wordlessly, watching his expression shift from confusion to alarm as he read it.Derek leaned in to look, his face going pale. "Forty minutes ago. That's — that's around the time I was walking here to meet you.""Which means it's not you," Vivienne said quickly, some instinct in her wanting to spare him the suspicion even now. "You were already gone from the facility by then.""That doesn't clear my father." Derek's voice had gone hollow. "If someone logged in from that building forty minutes ago, using an account connected to this whole mess, it's either him, or someone else inside that facility helping him do it."Vivienne was already dialing James, urgency sharpening every movement. "James, I need eyes on Sunrise Meadows immediately. Discreetly, if you can manage it — I don't want to alarm anyone before we know what we're actually looking at."
Vivienne stared at the message for a long moment, Lucas reading it over her shoulder, both of them going quiet with the same instinctive caution that had kept them alive through months of exactly this kind of message."He wants you alone," Lucas said slowly. "After everything we've learned about anonymous messages promising the truth if you show up without backup.""I know." Vivienne's thumb hovered over the reply field. "But this is Derek. Not an unknown number. Not Patience playing games. He gave us the adoption certificate. He's been trying to make things right since Rosedale.""That doesn't mean it's safe.""No," Vivienne agreed. "But I don't think it means it's a trap either." She typed a careful reply.VIVIENNE: I'm not doing alone. Lucas comes, or I don't come.The response arrived within a minute.Fine. Just him. Nobody else. Meet me at the old company warehouse on Bishop Street. I know that place has bad memories for you, but it's the one location I'm sure nobody's watching a
James found them still lingering over lunch, sliding into the seat across from them with the particular urgency that had become an unwelcome pattern over the past several weeks."Sorry to interrupt," he said, setting his laptop down. "But I think you'll want to see this before you head back upstairs."Vivienne wiped her hands and pulled the laptop closer, Lucas leaning in beside her. "What is it?""I finished cross-referencing the payment dates against Clara's files, like you asked." James pulled up a spreadsheet, columns of dates and amounts stretching across the screen. "Eleven confirmed names, like I said this morning. But there's a twelfth."Vivienne's stomach tightened. "Who?""That's the problem. I don't know yet." James scrolled to a highlighted row near the bottom. "There's a payment pattern here, smaller than the others, spread out over just the last four months — well after Marcus's arrest, well after Meridian's contract was supposedly terminated. Same shell structure, same
The problem, Lucas discovered quickly, was that planning a surprise for a woman who'd spent the last several months learning to trust nobody's schedule but her own required a level of coordination that made Kingston Holdings' financial audit look simple by comparison."She wants to sit in on every single meeting now," he told Chloe over a hurried phone call, ducking into a stairwell between appointments. "Ever since Patience's arrest, she's been determined to personally review every account, every transaction, every name connected to the fraud investigation. I love that about her. I also cannot get five uninterrupted minutes to call the florist.""Then we work around her schedule instead of against it," Chloe said, entirely unbothered. "When does she actually leave your side?""Board meetings, mostly. She still won't let me sit in on the ones involving legal strategy, says something about optics." Lucas rubbed his temple. "And Tuesday mornings, apparently, because she insists on perso
Chloe nearly dropped her coffee when Lucas called her the next morning, his voice low and conspiratorial in a way she'd never once heard from him."You want to plan what for her birthday?""An engagement," Lucas repeated, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Vivienne was still occupied with Zuri in the other room. "I want to propose properly. Not the way I did it — twice now, actually, both times half-accidental. I want something she'll remember for the right reasons."Chloe's initial shock dissolved almost instantly into delighted scheming. "Oh, I am absolutely in. Tell me everything. When, where, how big — and please tell me you're letting me help with the ring, because your taste in shirts alone tells me you cannot be trusted with diamonds unsupervised.""That's fair," Lucas admitted, laughing despite the nerves twisting in his stomach. "Her birthday's in a few weeks. I want to do something at the new house — somewhere that already means something to both of us, instead of somew
Vivienne stood frozen at the bottom of the cellar stairs for a long moment, the portrait still clutched in her trembling hands, before the detective's voice finally cut through the fog settling over her."Ms. Kingston." His tone was gentle but firm, pulling her back to the present. "I understand this is a lot to absorb at once. But I need to move on the arrest warrant now, before Patience has any chance to disappear again. We can address everything else once she's in custody."Vivienne blinked, forcing herself to surface from the shock, and nodded slowly. "You're right. Go. I'll deal with the rest of this after."Lucas squeezed her hand gently. "Are you sure?""I have to be." Vivienne exhaled shakily, setting the portrait down carefully on the small table, resolve hardening beneath the residual shock. "Patience has caused enough damage. I want her behind bars before she has the chance to run, or destroy anything else, or hurt one more person who never deserved it."The detective nodde







