Sophia's POVThe conference room had no windows. I noticed that immediately when they led me in. Four walls, a long table, two prosecutors, a court recorder in the corner with her machine, and a glass of water nobody had touched. The kind of room designed to contain a conversation completely. No outside world. No weather. No way to look away from what you were there to do.I sat down and folded my hands on the table and told myself to breathe. The lead prosecutor was a woman named Patricia Chen. Mid forties, dark suit, hair pulled back, the kind of face that gave nothing away without effort. The second prosecutor was younger, a man named Harris who had a notepad and a pen and the careful attentiveness of someone who had been told to listen and was taking it seriously.Patricia Chen looked at me across the table and said, "Ms. Dubois, before we begin I want to confirm that you understand you are here voluntarily, that you have waived your right to have personal counsel present at your

Victoria's POVThe café Zara chose was the kind of place that did not try too hard. Small tables, mismatched chairs, the smell of ground coffee and something baking in the back. The kind of place where nobody looked at you twice because everyone there was absorbed in their own quiet business. I arrived ten minutes early because I needed the time to sit with what I was about to do before I actually did it.Meet Sophia Dubois, Voluntarily, For coffee. Three months ago the idea would have been absurd. Three months ago I had been on the same side as Sophia, both of us instruments of the same plan, neither of us acknowledging out loud what that made us. Now Marcus was in federal custody and I was pregnant and sitting in a café waiting for the woman who had thrown herself against a hospital wall to frame my sister.Life had taken a strange shape. I ordered tea I did not particularly want and watched the door. She came in at exactly the arranged time. That was the first thing I noticed. Not

David's POVThe federal building had a particular smell. Old carpet, recycled air, and the specific staleness of a place where serious things happened every day and the walls had absorbed enough of it that you felt it the moment you walked in. I had been in federal buildings before, many times, but always on the peripheral edges of cases. Document reviews, filing procedures, the administrative machinery of law.This was different.This was the center of it. Zara met me in the lobby at eight thirty. She was already carrying two coffees and had her files organized under one arm with the efficiency of someone who had been awake and working for hours before our meeting began.She handed me one of the coffees without a word."How bad is it going to be?" I asked."Complicated," she said. "Which is different from bad. Complicated we can work with."We took the elevator to the fourth floor and were shown into a conference room where Reeves was already seated at the head of the table with two

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