LOGINKira's POV Cameras lined the courthouse steps three rows deep, and every lens swung toward Kira the second she stepped out of the black SUV. "Mrs. Westbrook! Over here!" "Mrs. Ashford, how is your daughter?" Adrian's hand settled at the small of her back, steady, and he leaned down close enough
Elijah's POV Elijah didn't wait for the door to break. "Bathroom window," he said, already moving, the laptop snapping shut under his arm. "Dale, you stay and talk. Tell them you're a salesman." "I'm sixty-one years old." "Then talk slow." He swept the passports and cash into the duffel and sho
Elijah's POV The motel room smelled like bleach and cigarettes, and Elijah laid out his life on the bed in neat rows. Three passports. Two burner phones. A stack of cash bound in rubber bands, and a thin black laptop he opened with a single tap. "You're early," said the man standing in the doorwa
Kira's POV "Mrs. Westbrook, please have a seat." The DA's office smelled like old coffee and printer toner, nothing like the sleek conference rooms Kira was used to walking into. She sat across the desk from Assistant DA Patricia Lowe, Adrian's hand resting on the back of her chair, not touching
Kira's POV "I want every piece of evidence released back to my custody," Kira said into the phone, each word scraping her throat raw on the way out. "For destruction." Ressler's voice came back careful, measured. "Mrs. Westbrook, that's not something I can authorize over a phone call." "Then a
Kira’s POV The scream came from the living room first. Kira dropped the glass she’d been rinsing, the shatter against the tile barely registering, and ran. Elijah stood by the balcony door with one arm locked around Lily’s chest, a gun pressed flat against her temple, his jacket soaked through fr







