Mag-log inJohn's POVI gave it a few minutes, then slid into the booth across from Kellerman before he could leave."Dr. Kellerman?"He looked up, startled, his eyes red and watery. Up close, I could see the broken capillaries on his nose, the tremor in his hands. This was a man on the edge of falling apart completely. "Who are you?""John McQueen. I need to talk to you about Daniel Alexandra."His face went from pale to ghost-white in an instant. "I don't know anyone by that name.""Yes, you do. He's been paying you to manufacture poisons. Two hundred thousand dollars over six months. That's a lot of money for someone who can't even make his gambling payments."Kellerman stood up so fast he knocked over his drink, beer spilling across the table and dripping onto the floor. "I don't know what you're talking about.""Sit down." I kept my voice calm but firm. "I'm not a cop and I'm not working for Daniel. I'm trying to help someone he framed for murder. A woman who's sitting in jail right now for
John's POVI couldn't just sit around waiting for lawyers and judges to save Anabella.Marcus was good at his job, one of the best defense attorneys in the state, but the legal system moved too slowly. By the time her trial started, Daniel could have buried all the evidence and intimidated every witness who might speak against him. He had money, connections, and no conscience. That was a dangerous combination.So I took matters into my own hands.I hired three private investigators. The best money could buy. Former FBI agents who knew how to find things people wanted hidden, who understood how criminals thought and operated. They didn't come cheap, but I didn't care about the cost. This was about saving Anabella and protecting Peter."Follow everyone connected to Daniel," I told them during our first meeting in my office. "His employees, his business partners, his friends, anyone who might have helped him. I want to know who he talks to, where he goes, what he eats for breakfast. Ever
Anabella's POVThree days passed before I saw Claire again.Three long days of sitting in that cell staring at the water stain on the ceiling and wondering if she was okay. The guards wouldn't tell me anything. Marcus came by twice but he didn't have any information either."They're holding her in a different facility," he said. "Fraud charges carry serious penalties. They might not let her out on bail.""Can you talk to her?""I tried. Her public defender won't let anyone near her.""Daniel got to her lawyer."Marcus didn't disagree.On the fourth day, the guard woke me up early. The sun wasn't even up yet and the jail was quiet except for someone coughing in a cell down the hall."Get up," he said. "You have a visitor.""Who?""The woman from before. Claire Jensen."I jumped off the mattress so fast I almost fell. "She's here?""Interview room. Let's go."He led me down the familiar hallway to the same small room with the same table and chairs. Claire was already there but she looke
Anabella's POVThe jail cell was smaller than I expected.I sat on the thin mattress staring at the gray walls and trying to breathe normally. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Daniel's face in that hospital window. That smile. That cold, satisfied smile that told me everything.He won.After everything I did to protect Peter, after all the sacrifices and compromises and pieces of myself I gave up, Daniel still won.My hands were shaking. I pressed them together and squeezed until my knuckles turned white but they wouldn't stop shaking.Peter was alone. My baby was lying in a hospital bed recovering from poison and I wasn't there. I couldn't hold his hand or read him stories or tell him everything would be okay.Because maybe it wouldn't be okay.Maybe I would spend the rest of my life in prison for a crime I didn't commit while Daniel raised my son and twisted him into something dark.The thought made me want to scream but I swallowed it down. Screaming wouldn't help. Crying wouldn'
DANIEL'S POVI got out of the car and walked back into the hospital. As I passed Peter's room, I saw him sleeping peacefully. The machines beside his bed beeped in steady rhythm, a reassuring sound that meant he was stable, recovering. He looked so small and fragile under the white hospital sheets, his dark hair spread across the pillow.For a second, just a second, I felt something that might have been guilt. A twinge of recognition that I had hurt an innocent child to punish his mother. But I crushed it before it could grow, smothered it beneath the weight of my obsession.This wasn't about Peter. This was about control. This was about making sure Anabella understood that she belonged to me and no one else. Not John with his pathetic hero complex. Not her father with his desperate attempts to protect her. Me. Only me.I continued down the hallway toward Mia's room. Through the window, I could see her lying still under white sheets, monitors tracking every breath and heartbeat. The d
DANIEL'S POHe studied my face for a long moment, and I wondered if he suspected the truth. Richard wasn't stupid—you don't get to his level of the legal profession by being naive. "Daniel, I've known you for ten years. I've gotten you out of some complicated situations. Whatever you're doing, whatever game you're playing, be careful. These people aren't stupid, and if they catch even a whiff of what you're really up to—""Neither am I," I interrupted. "Stupid, I mean. You've seen my alibis. They're ironclad because they're real. I made sure I was nowhere near either victim when the poisonings occurred."He sighed, a sound that carried a decade of defending wealthy clients with questionable morals. He checked his watch, a Patek Philippe that I'd given him as a Christmas bonus two years ago. "I have another client in an hour. Call me immediately if they find anything, and I mean anything. Don't talk to the police without me present, don't make any statements, don't even tell them what







