Se connecterKira's POV The suite smelled like lavender hand soap and cold room service pasta. Kira kicked her heels off by the door and found Ethan asleep on the couch with a cartoon still flickering across the television, one sock dangling off his foot. "I've got him." Adrian slid his arms under Ethan and li
Kira's POV The privacy glass slid up between the front seats and the back with a soft hum, and the SUV rolled forward into traffic. Kira's ears were still ringing from the shouting on the courthouse steps. "About us," she repeated. "Adrian, I just stood in front of a hundred cameras. Can I get my
Kira'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







