Todos los capítulos de The Inheritance Clause: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

POV: Selene Castellano Waking up to thirty weeks felt... Different. Heavier.More present.Real, in a physical sense rather than an emotional one. Lying in the dark, she placed her hands on her belly. Elena stirred. "Good morning," she whispered."I know," she told her.Dr Okafor said, "Thirty weeks.It's all perfect, and she’s head down already.""That's early, right?"Avalon asked."Right on time," Dr Okafor said."She's positioning herself.""Opinionated," Avalon mused."Completely," Dr Okafor agreed. She looked at me."How are you sleeping?""Less," she said. "That's normal. Your body is prepping you, and this lack of sleep is training.""Training for what?"Avalon inquired. "For not sleeping at all," Dr Okafor said cheerfully. Avalon glanced at me."We know," she said."Knowing something from an intellectual and experiencing it from a medical professional are very different," he countered. "You'll be fine," Dr Okafor reassured."Both of you. People tend to be more prepared

POV: Avalon Pierce"Who would have known about the original letter?" Selene said."Catherine," he said. "The committee, and anyone Catherine told.""Catherine wouldn't send it anonymously," Selene said. "She just spent three hours rectifying what she did wrong. She wouldn't then undercut herself.""No," he said. "She wouldn't.""So, who else knew?"He thought for a moment."Margaret," he said slowly. "Catherine calls Margaret when she’s screwed up. She’s been doing it for thirty years."Selene looked at him."Margaret wouldn't," she said."No," he said. "She wouldn't as well."They walked around the nursery room for a bit, reciting the same short list of suspects and coming up against the same dead end.Then Selene said, "The committee received it separately. It means someone accessed the original letter after Catherine edited it.""Or before," he said. "If someone already had it.""Catherine might have sent it on," Selene said. "Before she knew it was wrong, or to someone who thought

POV: Selene CastellanoRachel Reeves arrived at their apartment at four AM.Selene had made that call without discussing it with Avalon because the foundation office was Henderson's territory now in some sense — he'd been watching the legal filings, he probably had someone watching the building. The apartment was theirs.She came in, looked at both of them, faced Selene and said, "You are heavily pregnant, and you called me at three AM. You're running on no sleep. Tell me everything and don't edit it.""Sit down," Selene said."I'm fine standing," Rachel said. "I think better while standing. Start from Diana."Selene talked for forty minutes.Rachel didn't write anything down. Just listened, pacing slightly with the energy of a journalist whose instincts had been right and who was now receiving confirmation at four in the morning.When Selene finished, Rachel said, "Henderson threatened Diana's cooperation deal.""Yes," Selene said."Which means he has contacts inside the federal pros

POV: Selene CastellanoThomas Reeves.That was the name.Thomas Reeves, who had helped them navigate Hale. Who had sent Kofi to sit across from Maya in a coffee shop? And had appeared at every critical moment with exactly the right information at exactly the right time.Thomas Reeves, whose name was on the foundation's donor list for $250,000, gave quietly six months ago through a holding company that Amara had verified as clean.Thomas Reeves had been under federal investigation for eighteen months.Selene looked at Avalon.Avalon looked at the wall."Thomas," he said."Yes," she said."Eighteen months," he said."Eighteen months," she said. "Which means he was under investigation when he helped us with Whitmore. When he sent Kofi and when he recommended Amara."Avalon stood up."He gave us two hundred and fifty thousand dollars," he said. "Through a holding company.""Which Amara verified," Selene said."Which Amara verified as clean at the time," he said. "Eighteen months ago, the

POV: Avalon PierceHe knew the name from a photograph.Nene's desk. It was a black and white photograph in a small silver frame that had sat in the same spot for as long as he could remember. Two men standing outside a building, young, suits that said the sixties clearly, one of them his grandfather Richard Pierce, the other one—"Edward Pierce," he said."Yes," Margaret said. "Do you know him?""The photograph," he said to Selene. "On Nene's desk. The one I always thought was just a family photograph.""I remember it," Selene said. "The one with two men outside a building.""The other man was Edward Pierce," he said. "Richard's brother and Nene's brother-in-law." He looked at the wall. "He was at every family gathering until I was about six or seven. Then he just—wasn't.""What happened to him?" Selene asked."Nobody ever said," he said. "I stopped asking eventually. The way children stop asking about things that adults don't answer.""He's eighty-one years old," Margaret said throu