Maya’s POVThe FBI field office felt sterile, too white, too clean like a place built to strip people down to the truth, whether they wanted to speak it or not. The hum of air-conditioning filled the silence as Alex and I sat in the interview room, the metal chairs digging into our backs. Two hours. Two hours of retelling every terrifying detail of Richard Stone’s latest intimidation stunt.Walsh sat across from us, glasses low on her nose, her pen scratching across paper. Martinez stood guard near the door, arms folded, expression hard and tired, like he had seen too many cases like ours and each one drained him a bit more.“So,” Walsh said at last, flipping back through her notes, “your father orchestrated the entire thing. The client referrals through Caroline, the Thomas Harrington offer, the SUVs boxing you in—every part of it.”“Yes.” Alex’s voice was calm, but his knuckles were white where he gripped the edge of the table. “He was testing us. Seeing if he could buy us—or scare
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