LOGINPOV: Selene Castellano
She opened the email with her hands not quite steady.
One line.
Catherine. I’m so sorry. It’s Catherine.
Selene read it three times.
She sat perfectly still, surrounded by darkness, the only light coming from the phone in her hand, and a chill began to spread through her chest, settling in like a heavy weight.
Avalon stirred beside her.
“Selene,” he murmured. “ What’s wrong.”
She didn’t answer immediately.
He sat up properly now, alert.
“Selene.”
She turned the phone toward him.
He read it.
Read it again.
“That’s not possible,” he said.
"Selene spoke softly, saying, "Margaret wouldn't send it if she wasn't pretty sure, even if it means she might be wrong.""
“My mother,” Avalon said. “ You’re saying my mother had Robert Laine killed and now Whitmore?”
Selene just shook her head, "I'm not talking, Margaret is."
He was already calling.
Margaret picked up the phone right away, it was like she was expecting the call.
“Tell me everything,” Avalon said. No greeting.
Margaret spoke up, her tone cautious, like she was sharing a secret she'd rather not know. "I've uncovered some financial records," she said. "There's a payment from an account linked to Catherine, and it's been routed through a few shell companies to a security guard who worked at the facility where Whitmore was being held." She paused, collecting her thoughts before continuing. "What's really interesting is that the same account made a smaller payment back in 1987, just a week before Robert Laine's death." The implications were clear, but Margaret didn't spell them out - she just let the information hang in the air, waiting to see how it would be received.
Avalon's voice was barely above a whisper, but it had a flat, emotionless tone to it. "Why would she do something like this?" he asked, the words hanging in the air like a challenge.
"I'm still in the dark about the motive," Margaret admitted, "but I've managed to uncover a trail of money that might lead us to some answers."
"Get to the bottom of it," Avalon said, her voice low and urgent. "See what you can find out, tonight if possible."
“Avalon—”
“Tonight.”
He hung up.
Selene saw him slump down on the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his head hung low.
"It just doesn't add up," he said, shaking his head. "She went through the whole trial, testified against Whitmore, and gave the prosecution everything they needed. So why would she turn around and kill him before he could even be sentenced? It doesn't make any sense."
"Perhaps she didn't want him to face punishment," Selene said, her words dripping slowly. "Maybe her goal was to keep him quiet, to prevent him from revealing secrets that could harm someone she cared about."
“Whose name would be worth two murders to protect.”
Selene didn’t answer.
She had the same thought as him, it seemed.
“Yours,” she said finally. “ If Whitmore named names at sentencing, who else might have been involved thirty years ago. Who else might have known and said nothing.”
Avalon looked up at her.
“Nene,” he said quietly.
They sat with that for a long moment.
Selene spoke cautiously, "If Whitmore had mentioned Nene as someone who was aware of the situation and chose to remain silent, then Catherine might have seen that as a legacy worth fighting for, no matter the cost."
“Even murder.”
“Even murder.”
Avalon stood. Paced to the window.
"He spoke about her testimony regarding Whitmore, saying it was honest and every word was true. He claimed to have witnessed her doing it and saw the toll it took on her."
"Sometimes things can be true, but that doesn't mean they're the complete story," Selene said.
He looked at her.
Selene's voice was laced with skepticism as she spoke, "Do you really believe she told the truth about what she knew, and then made certain that no one could ever question her further, under oath, about any other information she might have had or who else might have been involved?"
The room was very quiet.
“I need to see her,” Avalon said.
“Tonight.”
“Tonight.”
They drove to Catherine’s house just after midnight.
The lights were on.
Catherine had the door open before they even had a chance to knock, and she was already dressed and ready to go, giving the impression that she had been waiting for them all along.
Her gaze shifted between the two of them, but her face remained completely still, not a hint of emotion crossing her features.
“Margaret called you,” she said. Not a question.
“Is it true,” Avalon said.
Catherine stepped back from the door.
"Come on in," she said softly, motioning for me to take a seat. "Please, sit down. I want to tell you everything - all of it. I've been keeping it inside for far too long, and I should have been honest with you years ago."
Selene and Avalon stepped inside.
Catherine closed the door behind them.
"Catherine's voice was barely above a whisper as she revealed a shocking secret. 'Robert Laine discovered something that I had hoped would remain hidden from Nene,' she said, her words dripping with a sense of foreboding. 'It's about your father's death, and it goes far beyond just Whitmore's involvement. If the truth were to come out, it would be devastating - it would completely destroy our family.'"
“What,” Avalon said.
Catherine looked at him for a long moment.
"Have a seat," she repeated, her voice firm but gentle. "This is going to take some time, so you might as well get comfortable."
POV: Selene CastellanoThey got home to find Maya at the apartment.She was sitting on the floor with Elena on the play mat, talking to her niece about something that had clearly been going on for a while given the depth of Elena’s attention.Maya looked up when they came in.“Sit down,” she said. “Both of you. I’ll make coffee. Someone tell me what happened.”“My father filed a civil claim against me,” Selene said.Maya went very still.“He’s alive,” Selene said. “He’s in Fresno and Daniel Reyes found him.”The apartment was completely silent except for Elena making a small sound on the play mat.Maya stood up slowly.She crossed to Selene and looked at her for a long moment.Then she said: “That man has taken enough from us.”“Yes,” Selene said.“He doesn’t get this too,” Maya said. “He doesn’t get the foundation or Elena or any of it.”“No,” Selene said.“Margaret,” Maya said. Looking at Avalon. “Today.”“Already called,” Avalon said.“Good,” Maya said. She looked at Selene. “We en
POV: Selene CastellanoDavid Kim had Daniel Reyes's photograph on his desk before they sat down. Which meant he’d already known.Which meant Philip Cross wasn’t the only one watching the theatre that night.“You already have him,” Avalon said. “We’ve had him under surveillance for three weeks,” Kim said. “Since the Vantara approach became public. The timing was too convenient. A board member initiating an acquisition conversation timed around a birth.” He looked between them. “We wanted to understand the full scope before we moved.”“What’s the full scope?” Selene asked.Kim opened the folder.“Daniel Reyes has been working with a group of the original Pierce Holdings investors for fourteen months,” he said. “People who believe the foundation’s displacement bond acknowledgement opens them to civil liability. They’ve been funding a coordinated effort to discredit the foundation before any lawsuits can be filed.”“Sandra Cole,” Selene said.“One piece,” Kim said. “The Vantara approach
POV: Avalon PierceThe photograph was grainy.Taken from a distance, Philip Cross clearly tried not to be seen while he took it, the theatre lights catching the subject’s face at an angle that made identification difficult but not impossible. Not impossible because Avalon had looked at this face across a boardroom table for four years.“Daniel Reyes,” he said.“Yes,” Selene said.“He was at the theatre,” Avalon said. “After, I removed him from the board.”“Three days after,” Selene said.“He wasn’t there for the ceremony,” Avalon said. “He knew about Sandra Cole and he sent her.”Selene looked at him.“He initiated the Vantara approach,” she said slowly. “He gave them the timing around Elena’s birth and when that failed he found another angle.”“Sandra Cole,” Avalon said. “The medical records, blackmail.”“He’s been running two strategies simultaneously,” Selene said. “Vantara for the company. Sandra for the foundation.”“And when Vantara failed publicly and Sandra withdrew,” Avalon
POV: Selene CastellanoFive weeks after Elena came home, life became something Selene didn’t have a word for yet.Normal implied returning to something. This was new. A different texture entirely. Days that had the shape of two people learning a third person who had very clear opinions about everything and no capacity yet to express them in language, which meant every cry was a translation problem and every solved translation felt like winning something significant.She was standing at the kitchen window at 6 AM with Elena against her shoulder, the city just beginning outside, when Avalon appeared behind her and put his hands on her waist and his chin on her shoulder and they stood like that looking at the morning together.“She’s asleep,” Selene said quietly.“I know,” he said. “Don’t move.”“I wasn’t going to move,” she said.“Good,” he said.They stood very still.Elena breathed against Selene’s neck with the total commitment of someone who had exhausted herself communicating very
POV: Avalon PierceSelene sat very still across the table.“Diana,” she said.“Diana,” he said.“She didn’t mean for this to happen,” Selene said.“No,” he said. “But it happened.”“Someone in the prosecutor’s office sold information from a sealed federal file,” she said. “Information about our daughter.”“Yes,” he said.She looked at the table.At her hands carrying the wedding ring he’d put on her finger because a dead woman’s will had decided they should be in the same room.“I’m not angry at Diana,” she said. “I want to be. I’m just—tired. I’m tired of the edges of our lives being populated by people who mean well and cause damage anyway.”“I know,” he said.“The center holds,” she said. But it came out differently than it usually did. It's quieter, like she was checking rather than declaring.He reached across the table.“The center holds,” he said. She looked at him.“Sandra Cole,” she said. “What do we do?”“We don’t pay her,” he said. “We never pay her.”“Then she releases wh
POV: Avalon PierceThe woman in the photograph was standing outside the Herbst Theatre with a phone pressed to her ear and a folder under her arm, confident she hadn’t been seen.Avalon knew her, not very well.Her name was Sandra Cole.She’d worked at Pierce Holdings twelve years ago, she was a junior counsel in the legal department. Competent and quiet, she was the kind of person who absorbed information without appearing to and who left the company after eighteen months without explanation or reference request.He’d forgotten she existed until right now.“How does she connect to the blackmail,” he said.“Cross traced the anonymous contact back to her through the payment method,” Patricia said. “She used a cryptocurrency wallet she thought was untraceable. It wasn’t.” She paused. “Cross says she’s been building a file on the foundation for eight months. She also has connections to three of the original investors who are worried about civil liability.”“She’s working for them,” Avalo
POV: Selene CastellanoThings started happening quickly at the FBI after they got Margaret's information.In the morning, a team from the federal government had joined forces with the local police. Avalon and Selene were now seated in a conference room at the Bureau's office in San Francisco. Acros
POV: Avalon PierceJames got to the place pretty quickly, he had been sleeping when Avalon called him, but he jumped in his car and drove right over.He stood there, taking it all in, as they laid out the entire story - Catherine's side of things, the phone calls that had been made using Diana's nu
POV: Selene Castellano"Someone who was aware of her access to Catherine's account," Selene repeated, her voice slower and more deliberate. "That narrows it down to a very small group of people."Avalon was quiet, working through it."Margaret," he said, mentioning a few names, "Catherine, Diana he
POV: Avalon PierceAvalon noticed that Catherine, seated across from them with her hands clasped together, appeared worn out, her expression more fatigued than remorseful."Catherine spoke in a hushed tone, 'Margaret is mistaken about who has control over that account, or to be more precise, she's







