LOGINPOV: Selene Castellano
As soon as Selene had finished reading the second text, Avalon was already on the phone calling Maya.
"Don't even think about stepping out," he warned as soon as she answered. "Just stay right where you are and make sure the door is locked, okay?"
“Avalon, what—”
“Is Kofi with you,” he said.
"What's going on, you're really scaring me, he's right here with me."
Avalon's voice was firm and urgent. "We're on our way to you, so just hang in there for five more minutes," he said. "Make sure you stay inside and keep away from any windows, got it?"
He hung up and looked at Selene.
“Drive,” he said.
She drove faster than she should have, weaving through the late night streets while Avalon called Agent Nunez.
"Nunez's voice was firm, with a sense of urgency, as she said, 'Reeves is in custody, but that's just the beginning.' She paused, collecting her thoughts, 'The real concern is who else might be involved, people he's worked with in the past, associates who could still be out there.' Her words hung in the air, a reminder that the situation was far from resolved, and that there were likely more pieces to the puzzle that needed to be uncovered."
"Avalon's voice was firm as she gave the order, 'Send someone to my sister-in-law's building, and do it now.'"
“Address,” Nunez said immediately.
Selene spoke quickly, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, not even glancing away for a second.
"Units are on their way," Nunez said, "we've got about three minutes to go."
They arrived first.
Selene was out of the car before it fully stopped, Avalon right behind her, both of them moving toward the building’s entrance where a dark sedan sat at the curb, engine running, exhaust rising faintly into the cold night air.
Avalon caught her by the arm, holding her back just as she was about to move in closer.
"Wait," he said, his voice low and cautious. "We have no idea who's inside."
The sedan’s door opened.
Selene’s whole body went rigid.
This guy walked out, probably in his mid-thirties, with a face that was totally ordinary - the type you wouldn't remember five minutes later.
He looked at them.
He spun around and quickly walked away, disappearing from sight as he turned the corner, leaving them both standing there unable to react in time.
"Selene's eyes locked onto someone, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, "That's him, the one who's been watching us."
Avalon sprinted towards the corner, but when he got there, the street was deserted. The man had vanished into the labyrinth of side streets and alleys that crisscrossed this neighborhood.
He walked back, out of breath, at the exact moment two plain federal cars arrived.
"Avalon turned to Nunez as she stepped out, her voice low and urgent. "Is he gone?" she asked, her eyes scanning the horizon. "He was headed east on foot, but then he just vanished.” Avalon replied.
"Nunez nodded, pointing to the sedan that was still running by the curb, 'We'll get the license plate number of that car, it's a start.'"
Selene was already inside, racing up the stairs two at a time, with Avalon hot on her heels.
As Maya swung the door open, she caught herself before she could even knock, and there behind her stood Kofi, their faces reflecting a mix of shock and relief, yet thankfully, they both seemed to be in one piece.
“What is happening,” Maya said. “ You’re scaring me, Lena, really scaring me.”
Selene pulled her into a hug, holding on longer than necessary.
"A woman spoke up, her voice calm and reassuring. 'There was a man,' she began, 'who was watching your building. But don't worry, he's gone now.' She paused for a moment, then added, 'The FBI has arrived, so you're safe.'"
“FBI,” Kofi said slowly. “ Why is the FBI involved in my fiancée’s apartment building at midnight.”
Avalon gave a quick rundown of the key points. He mentioned Reeves, and the corkboard where they had pinned up photos of the suspects. There had been an arrest just an hour ago, but they still weren't sure if there were other people involved who might be on the loose.
Maya sat down heavily on her couch, processing.
"She mentioned that he had a corkboard," the woman said, "and on it, there were pictures of your faces."
“Yes,” Avalon said.
“Was I on it,” Maya said quietly.
Avalon hesitated.
"He spoke the truth, saying, 'I'm not sure, we didn't get to see all the pictures.'"
Maya looked at Kofi, then back at Selene.
"I've got my wedding coming up in just six weeks," she said, her voice all tense. "The last thing I want is to be stressed out about someone possibly spying on me the whole time."
Nunez stood in the doorway, she had just come upstairs after making sure everything was okay downstairs.
"We've got a lead on the plate," she said. "It's linked to a fake company, same kind of setup Reeves used before. We're checking it out now."
"So, what are the actual implications of this," Kofi asked, wanting to know how it would affect them in real life, at this very moment.
"I want to keep a close eye on this place for a little while," Nunez said. "At least until we figure out who all was involved with Reeves."
Maya looked at Selene.
"It all started with the foundation," she explained. "Nene's question was the trigger, and everything else just fell into place."
"Maybe," Selene admitted. "It could be because of our connection to Avalon, or maybe it's just who we are - I'm not really sure yet, to be honest."
Maya was quiet for a moment.
“I didn’t sign up for this part,” she said. “ The cancer, surviving that, that was mine to carry. But this—being on some dead senator’s associate’s corkboard because my sister married into this family—”
“I know,” Selene said quietly. “ I’m sorry.”
"Look, don't worry about saying sorry," Maya said, her voice a little gentler. "Just focus on finding anyone else who might be out there, and do it quickly."
It was nearly three in the morning by the time they left, federal agents stationed discreetly outside Maya’s building, Kofi insisting he wasn’t leaving her side regardless of what anyone said.
Selene just sat there in the car, not saying a word for what felt like a really long time.
“This isn’t over,” she said finally. “ Reeves being arrested doesn’t mean it’s over.”
“No,” Avalon agreed. “ It doesn’t.”
His phone buzzed.
As he gazed at it, Selene couldn't help but notice the shift in his expression.
“What,” she said.
He turned the screen toward her.
An email from Margaret, sent four minutes ago.
Subject line: The recording. We found it.
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: Avalon PierceHe called Robert Chen at ten that night because he had contacts in places Margaret didn’t and who answered his phone at ten PM without complaint because he understood that some calls didn’t wait for business hours.“I need to know who was at the Herbst Theatre tonight who shouldn’t have been,” Avalon said. “Specifically someone recording Selene’s speech and why he left immediately after she finished.”“Description,” Robert said.Avalon looked at Selene across the bedroom. She was feeding Elena, listening, her eyes on him with the focused attention she gave things she was working through internally.“Rachel saw him,” Avalon said. “He is in his forties', he wore a dark jacket and she said he was specifically recording Selene, not the general ceremony.”“Give me until morning,” Robert said.“Earlier if you can,” Avalon said.He hung up.Selene looked at him.“It could be nothing,” she said.“You don’t believe that,” he said.“No,” she admitted. “But it could be.”“Who
POV: Selene CastellanoShe wrote it at three in the morning while Elena slept.She wrote seven drafts.Deleted six and the seventh was four pages and said everything.Avalon found her at four, sitting at the kitchen counter with the pages in front of her and a cold coffee she’d forgotten to drink. He looked at her face and said nothing, just went to the machine and made her a fresh cup and set it beside her then read the pages over her shoulder.She waited as he read slowly.When he finished he stepped back and she turned to look at him.“Well,” she said.“Read it to me out loud,” he said. “It’s four in the morning.”“I know what time it is,” he said. “Read it.”She picked up the pages.Read it out loud in their kitchen at four in the morning while Elena slept and San Francisco did its near-silent thing outside and Avalon leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and listened.When she finished the kitchen was very quiet.“That’s it,” he said.“It’s too personal,” she said.“
POV: Avalon PierceShe was already home when he got there.Standing at the kitchen counter with her coat still on, holding her phone like she’d just finished a call.He looked at her face.“Tell me,” he said.She told him about Dr. Ruth and the call from Dr. Okafor.When she finished the kitchen wa
POV: Selene CastellanoShe found the envelope on the kitchen counter at seven AM.Avalon had already left for Nexus. His coffee cup was in the sink, his jacket was gone and the apartment was quiet.The envelope had her name on it.She opened it and inside was a single photograph.The one from the h
POV: Selene CastellanoHis name was Kevin Walsh.Not the same Kevin Walsh who had written four pages after the symposium. This was a different person with the same name.This Kevin Walsh ran a youth housing program on the west side and he had the quality of someone who had been let down by enough p
POV: Selene CastellanoThe call came on a Monday morning.Maria Chap.Selene answered expecting a routine update on the infrastructure fund implementation. Maria had been the foundation’s most engaged community partner. Reliable and Precise. She is the kind of person who sends follow-up emails befo







