Se connecterAdrian's POVDigital records had one annoying habit. They remembered things people preferred to forget, and that was becoming a problem now that my investigation was moving faster than I expected.I sat across from the engineering firm’s project manager while he pushed a printed copy of the upload history toward me. Meghan sat beside me, reading through the pages carefully. The instruction had been uploaded at 4:47 p.m., yet the site records showed that Meghan had left at 4:31.“I left before four thirty-five,” she said, pointing at the time on the page. “I remember because I had to meet Imogen afterward.”I checked the account attached to the upload and asked, “Marcus Hale?”“One of the project coordinators,” the engineer replied. “His account was used to submit the revised instruction.”Meghan looked up from the papers. “So I didn’t submit it?”“No. You didn’t,” I told her, because there was finally something concrete we could point to.The original structural plan showed the colum
NOAMIMeghan was becoming harder to control, and I didn’t like that. The engineering records had given her something I hadn’t expected her to find so quickly, and Adrian was already questioning the story surrounding the collapse.If the investigation cleared her, the blame I had carefully pushed in her direction would begin to crumble, and Adrian would have even more reason to protect her. I couldn’t keep fighting the same battle with the same weapon, so I picked up my phone and called Vivian.She answered after the fourth ring. “Naomi?”“We need to talk.”“That doesn’t sound good.”“It isn’t.” I walked over to the window and looked down at the traffic crawling along the street. “Meghan has the engineering records, and Adrian believes her. If those records are enough to clear her, everything we’ve done so far becomes useless.”Vivian was quiet before asking, “So what do you want to do?”“I think we need to take the next step.”There was a short pause on the line. “You mean her stepfat
NAOMI POVThe television in my office had been playing the same report for nearly twenty minutes, but I hadn’t bothered turning it off. Meghan’s photograph appeared beside footage of the collapsed building while the reporter repeated the same questions about her qualifications and Harlan’s decision to hire her.“Questions are now being raised about the qualifications of the designer who recommended changes to the structure shortly before the collapse. Vaughn Holdings has yet to issue a detailed statement regarding the five fatalities.”I lowered the volume and leaned back in my chair. Meghan was taking the blame exactly as I had expected. Her reputation was already being dragged through the mud, people were questioning Harlan’s judgment, and nobody was asking why the instruction that caused the failure had appeared after Meghan left the site.A knock came at the door, and one of the project coordinators stepped inside. “Naomi, Adrian and Meghan went to the engineering firm this mornin
(Meghan's POV)By the time Adrian came downstairs, I had already decided I was done sitting around the house waiting for someone else to decide what happened to my career.He picked up his keys from the console table and said, “We’re leaving.”I looked up from my phone. “Where?”“I found the engineer who reviewed the structural work on the section that collapsed.”That got my attention. “You found him?”“He works for the engineering firm handling the project. He agreed to see us.”I pushed my phone into my bag and followed him out. “And what exactly are we hoping to find?”“The records from the site.”“Adrian, I already know what the records are going to say. They’re going to say I made a recommendation, someone followed it, and five people died.”“That’s what everyone is saying.” He opened the car door for me. “It doesn’t mean that’s what happened.”The engineering office was across town, tucked into a plain commercial building that looked nothing like the polished offices I had beco
(Meghan’s POV)The morning came too quietly.I opened my eyes and immediately remembered the building.The news from the night before returned in pieces, starting with haran telling me that five people had died, then the police sitting in the living room, and finally the words that had left me too stunned to properly respond. I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling while I tried to convince myself that the investigation would clear everything up.I knew what I had recommended at the site. I had pointed out the problem with the support and told Naomi that the engineers needed to check it before anything was closed up. I hadn’t told anyone to use an unsafe method, and I certainly hadn’t done anything that should have brought a building down.Once they went through the plans and spoke to everyone who had worked on the site, they would understand that.At least, that was what I needed to believe.I reached for my phone from the nightstand, expecting to see a few missed calls from Imogen o
Adrian’s POV“Is this Adrian?”The voice was unfamiliar, and I shifted the phone against my ear, already wondering who had given a stranger my number. “Yes. Who’s this?”“My name is Victor. I’m Meghan’s stepdad.”That caught me off guard. Meghan had never really talked about him, and with everything happening tonight, his call was the last thing I expected. “Okay… why are you calling me?”There was a small pause on the other end before he answered. “Someone contacted me about Meghan.”I straightened from the chair in the private study, my attention sharpening. “What did they say?”“They said she’s been digging too deeply into something.” Victor sounded uneasy now. “They told me I needed to warn her before she got herself into trouble.”I glanced toward the closed door, knowing Meghan was somewhere else in the private residence with Sophie. “Digging into what exactly?”“I don’t know.” His answer came quickly, then softened. “They didn’t give me much. Just that she was asking questions







