บททั้งหมดของ Killed And Reborn, I Found True Love : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Cameron insisted on driving himself despite the shoulder and she let him because arguing about it would have cost them five minutes they didn't have and because she had seen the way he moved and understood that the wound was real but not incapacitating. She sat in the passenger seat with Reeves on the phone and Tobias following three cars behind and the city thinning around them as they left the lights of the centre behind.Reeves had moved quickly once the authorisation cleared. Two vehicles of federal agents were already converging on the airstrip from the south. The charter company had been contacted under the guise of a routine flight safety inspection — enough to delay boarding by forty minutes without alerting Robert directly."He's already at the terminal," Reeves said. "Private lounge. His lawyers are with him. He has three pieces of luggage.""He was planning to be gone a long time," Nyla said."Or permanently," Cameron said. He said it without inflection. Just the plain arit

Cameron insisted on going alone.She understood the logic. She did not like it. Those two things existed at the same time without resolving each other, and she had learned — imperfectly, reluctantly — that some arguments were worth having and some were not, and that knowing the difference was one of the harder skills she had acquired in the past year.She made her case once, clearly. He heard it and responded with his own case, equally clearly. His reasoning was this: Eric had fired at him the night before. Eric had not fired at Nyla. Whatever Eric felt toward Cameron was direct and hot — the specific hatred of a man who saw Cameron as the thing standing between himself and the person he wanted to destroy. Walking into that cabin with Nyla present would change the dynamics in unpredictable ways."If I go alone," Cameron said, "he might talk. If you're there, he'll perform."She thought about that. She thought about the television interview — Eric composed and deliberate and choosing e

Subject is down meant wounded, not dead. Not yet.The deputies had found Eric on the cabin floor — a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the side, which the paramedics who arrived twelve minutes later described as serious but survivable if they moved quickly. They moved quickly. The county hospital was forty miles south and the air ambulance made it in eighteen minutes and Eric went directly into surgery while Nyla and Cameron followed by road in the second ambulance — Cameron refusing, with polite finality, to be transported separately from the situation.The hospital was small and clean and smelled of pine sap and antiseptic in a ratio that suggested it served a community that spent a lot of time outdoors doing things that sometimes went wrong.They waited.Cameron's side wound was treated in an examination room while they waited for news on Eric. A different doctor this time, younger, who worked with brisk efficiency and told Cameron in a tone that suggested she said this often that he

She did not reply to Victor Harmon's message that day.She let it sit on her phone like a stone at the bottom of a clear pool — visible, present, heavy in a way that required no movement to be felt. She went about the hours. She spoke with Patricia Osei about the restored access to Harper Industries and the formal dismissal of the SEC complaint. She spoke with Reeves about Robert's bail conditions and the parallel evidentiary package being built around Dominique's server. She called the hospital to check on Elena's recovery and was told, by a nurse who had learned her name by now, that Elena had eaten a full meal and complained about the television selection, which the nurse said were both very good signs.She did not reply to Harmon.The next morning, a physical letter arrived at Cameron's building.Not a message. Not an email. A letter, handwritten on cream-coloured stationery, delivered by a private courier at nine in the morning. The building concierge brought it up personally, wi

The emergency meeting at Reeves's field office began at ten that night.Seven people in a conference room designed for four — Reeves at the head, her second-in-command beside her, Patricia Osei with a tablet and three open windows on it, Cameron, Nyla, Dominique via secure video link on a laptop at the end of the table, and a young federal attorney named Caldwell who had been pulled from whatever he was doing before dinner and still looked like it.Reeves laid it out without ceremony.Robert's legal team had filed an emergency motion challenging Nyla's status as a cooperating evidence source. The argument was technical and precise: the pending SEC fraud complaint, even though it had since been withdrawn, had created a window during which Nyla could be characterised as operating under legal jeopardy when she facilitated the submission of evidence. The motion argued this created a conflict of interest that tainted the entire submission chain."It's a stretch," Patricia said. "A signific