LEON'S POVI read the headline twice.Then I put my phone face down on the table and looked at the restaurant around us. Normal Tuesday. People eating lunch. A waiter moving between tables with practiced indifference.Kate was looking at me."How," she said."Her lawyers," I said. "They'll have argued the arrest was premature. That Stefena's confession was made under duress, without counsel present, in an unofficial setting." I paused. "They're not wrong technically. A confession made in a private sitting room to a room full of people who aren't law enforcement is complicated to use.""So she just walks out.""Pending proper charges being filed. Yes."Kate sat back in the booth.I watched her process it. Not the dramatic version of processing, no visible anger, no sharp reaction. Just the quiet internal adjustment of someone who had learned over the past week that the ground shifting was a recurring feature rather than an exception."Carter's out," she said. "Stefena's out. Wakefield
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