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Author: Henry Writes
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POV: Olivia

Nobody spoke for a moment after Zara said it. David was the first to move. He pulled a chair from against the wall and sat down, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his full attention on her. I stayed where I was, standing near the window, because sitting felt impossible right now.

"Senator Pryce," I said.

Zara nodded. "Gerald Pryce. Four term senator, judiciary committee, clean public record, the kind of politician that other politicians point to when they need an example
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    POV: VictoriaI had not slept properly in eleven days. I knew the exact number because I had been counting, the way you count things when your mind needs something small and manageable to hold onto while everything larger falls apart around it. Eleven nights of lying in the dark with the ceiling above me and the silence pressing down like something physical, heavy and suffocating.The hotel room was nice. Marcus was still paying for it, which meant he still considered me an asset rather than a problem. For now. But I had heard what Sophia said to him last week, standing in the corridor outside his office while I waited to be let in for a meeting that got cancelled without explanation.Her voice through the door, smooth and deliberate, the voice of a woman making a careful argument. "Victoria is a loose end, Marcus. She knows too much and she's too emotional to be reliable. You saw how she looked at the board meeting. She's cracking."A pause. His voice, too low for me to make out the

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    POV: DavidWe were out of the apartment in eleven minutes. I had a bag already half packed from the day the warning message came about eyes inside the building. Paranoia or preparation, I had not been sure which at the time. Now I was glad for it. I grabbed the case files, the hard drives, Camille's folder, and the essentials. Olivia moved fast and without complaint, which told me the brick through the window had shifted something in her. The quiet stubbornness she used to slow things down when she felt her independence being managed was gone. She was in survival mode now.Survival mode kept people alive.vI called Marcus while we took the stairs. Not Marcus Collins. My friend Marcus Webb, no relation to the judge, who owned a photography loft on the west side of the city that he used maybe four months out of the year when he was between assignments. He answered on the second ring, heard three sentences of explanation, and said the address without asking for more details. That was th

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    POV: OliviaNobody spoke for a moment after Zara said it. David was the first to move. He pulled a chair from against the wall and sat down, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his full attention on her. I stayed where I was, standing near the window, because sitting felt impossible right now."Senator Pryce," I said.Zara nodded. "Gerald Pryce. Four term senator, judiciary committee, clean public record, the kind of politician that other politicians point to when they need an example of respectability." She opened her folder and turned it toward us on the desk. "For the past six years, he has been running campaign contributions through a series of shell companies, cleaning the money, and parking it in legitimate business investments. One of those investments is Marcus Collins's company."I looked at the document. Financial flowcharts, company names I did not recognize, dates."Marcus's company is the washing machine," Zara continued. "Money goes in dirty through campaign co

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    POV: DavidOlivia did not want me to go alone. She did not say it loudly. That was not her way. She said it quietly, standing by the table with a case file held against her chest like a shield, her eyes steady on my face."You don't know what she wants," she said."I know what she said she wants. Information about Marcus.""You don't know that she's not being used. Marcus knows about me and you. He knows you're my lawyer. Going to your ex-wife with something designed to pull you away from here alone at night is exactly the kind of move..""Camille is not working for Marcus." I said it with more certainty than felt comfortable. The truth was I did not know what Camille had been doing for the past two years. But I knew her. I had known her for eleven years. The voice on that phone was not a performance.Olivia looked at me for a moment, then looked away. "Fine."That one word carried a considerable amount of weight."I'll have my phone on the whole time," I said. "Zara is ten minutes aw

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