Asher’s POV Callaghan stepped forward. “You really don’t want to keep talking, Crowne.”“Oh, but I do,” Philip said, his gaze never breaking from Asher. “Because you’re not here for justice. You’re here for her. To prove she was never one of us. That she didn’t know what we were doing. Am I right?”Asher didn’t answer. His jaw flexed once, twice, his silence a hardness that needed no words.“I thought so,” Philip continued softly, as if they were old friends reminiscing over a ruined chessboard. “But you’re too late, Asher. The damage was done years ago. The files, the lies, the buried truths, they all serve their purpose. Even if you drag me out of here in handcuffs, the game won’t end. Because you’re still playing it.”The officers behind Callaghan shifted like coiled ropes. Callaghan’s face was a mask, professional, unreadable, but Asher could see the impatience at the corner of his eye. He’d wanted this moment clean: a room, an arrest, then the long, hard work of undoing what ha
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