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Foster had the name by eight that evening.Daniel Cross. The CFO who had vanished before the SEC audit collapsed. The man who had spent six weeks routing fraudulent transactions under Nyla's digital signature before disappearing at the Canadian border with a false passport. He had been in federal custody for months — not charged, not sentenced, suspended in the particular limbo of someone whose cooperation was being negotiated.Robert's defence team had apparently negotiated it more effectively than the prosecution had.Foster called with the information and his voice had the particular flatness of a man delivering something he found professionally offensive."They offered him a significant reduction in his own exposure," Foster said. "In exchange for testimony. The deal was structured three weeks ago — which means they've been sitting on this since before the trial started.""What does he claim?" Nyla said."That you approached him fourteen months ago — before your formal appointment

Vivian Harper walked to the witness stand the way she did most things — without hurry, without performance, with the complete attention of a woman who had decided exactly where she was going and was simply going there.She was fifty-three years old. She looked like someone who had survived something that had no category — not illness, not accident, not the visible kinds of loss that people know how to recognise. Twenty-three years of a different kind of disappearance, the kind you choose because the alternative is death, and all that time visible in the quality of her stillness rather than in any visible damage. She had come through something and she was here and she was entirely herself.She sat down. She looked at Foster.She did not look at Robert.Foster began with the year Vivian had started investigating Robert Sinclair.She answered him the way she answered everything — directly, with specificity, without ornamentation. She described discovering the first irregularities in Harp

James's attorney filed the voluntary testimony application that evening.It was the cleanest version of an unusual procedural step — a gallery witness requesting to take the stand not under subpoena but by choice, to provide testimony the defence had gestured toward and that James had decided he would provide on his own terms rather than Robert's.Soto reviewed the application overnight. She granted it the following morning with a brief note confirming that the testimony would be subject to full examination and cross by both parties and that the court reserved the right to limit the scope if it deviated from the matters properly before the jury.James dressed carefully that morning. She noticed when he came downstairs at the Harper house — a suit he had not worn in years, pressed and sober, the kind of dress that communicated seriousness without pageantry. He ate breakfast without speaking much and she did not push him to.In the car on the way to the courthouse he said: "I've been th

She waited until after the trial day ended.It was the kind of discipline she had developed slowly over the past year — the ability to hold two things at once without letting either one contaminate the other. The photograph sat at the back of her mind through Foster's examination of the financial expert witness, through Pearce's cross, through the recess and the afternoon session and the drive home. She held it there and did not let it come forward, because the trial deserved her full attention and the photograph would still be there when the trial was done for the day.But after — when the courthouse was behind her and the case materials were set aside and the apartment was quiet — she sat down at the kitchen table and began to reconstruct the night.It was a strange kind of archaeology. Working backwards from a photograph toward the people who had been in a room when something happened that she had experienced entirely from the inside.She knew the broad shape of it. She had been ad

The message came as text. No image this time. Clean sentences, deliberately paced — the writing of someone who had composed this carefully and was now sending it having decided they were ready.It said: *I was there because my father asked me to observe someone he was having watched. I had been doing this kind of work for him for two years — nothing dangerous, just observing people he was interested in and reporting what I noticed. He told me you were someone he needed information about. I went to the hospital because he had a contact in the admissions system who flagged when you came in.* A pause in the timestamp. Then: *I didn't understand why until you woke up. Because I recognised what happened to you. It happened to me three years ago. I died in a car accident and came back.*She read it twice.Cameron read it over her shoulder.Neither of them spoke for a moment.Then she typed back: *I know who you are. I know your name. I would like to meet you.*The response came in forty sec