Samantha’s POVBack in the quiet of Ryan’s house, I sat at the desk with my laptop open and files spread around me like pieces of a puzzle I was determined to solve.The attack earlier had been clean, almost too clean and too precise. Whoever had tried to hit Ryan knew exactly when and where to act. And then there was the trace…the Leigh crest. A breadcrumb, or worse, a trap.I zoomed in on the CCTV frame again, studying every detail: the fold of the handkerchief, the way it brushed the glass, the subtle curve of the crest. Every symbol meant something, and every detail could lead somewhere.David’s reports came in one after the other, notifications pinging as I opened each file. He had traced shell companies, donations, and past investments linked to the Leigh name. Dates, transfers, locations, each entry fell too neatly into place, forming a pattern that felt deliberate.I frowned slightly.This wasn’t just Adrian. It couldn’t be.My instincts pressed hard against the conclusion sta
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