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DECLAN“Rotating leadership,” Adrian said, spreading Cross’s decrypted files across my desk alongside what remained of Isaac’s compiled evidence. “That’s what kept this thing operational for decades without a single traceable center. No one man held permanent control. They rotated authority between members, distributed decision-making enough that exposing one person never fully exposed the structure itself.”“That’s why Richard’s downfall hasn’t ended anything.”“Exactly.” Adrian pointed to a cluster of names cross-referenced against decades-old obituaries. “And there’s something else. At least three men listed in these records as deceased show financial activity continuing years after their official death dates. Same account structures, same shell trusts, still moving money.”I stared at the pattern, understanding settling cold in my chest.“They faked their deaths.”“Or someone’s been operating under their identities long after they actually died, which is somehow worse.”Richard’s

MILLYDeclan told me everything Richard had confessed that same night, sitting across from me in the study, his voice heavy with the weight of it.“He said the current leader is still active in Washington politics,” Declan said quietly. “He was about to give me a name when Adrian’s security team interrupted, some kind of perimeter breach alert. Richard shut down completely afterward. Refused to say another word.”“So we still don’t know.”“Not yet. But we know enough now to understand this goes considerably higher than anyone we’ve already exposed.”I sat with that, exhaustion and fury tangling together in a way that had become almost familiar over these past months, and instead of letting it collapse me the way it might have once, I felt something else settle into place instead.“I want to testify publicly,” I told Declan the next morning, watching his expression shift from concern to careful consideration. “Not just handing evidence to investigators privately. I want to stand in fro

DECLANThe footage played across every channel simultaneously, helicopters circling the estate as agents moved through the front gates, federal vehicles lined up along the drive where I’d once watched Richard hand me approval or disappointment depending on how well I’d performed for him that particular week.“Six Laurent Global executives arrested this morning,” the anchor reported, her voice tight with the gravity of what she was witnessing. “Along with Richard Laurent himself, taken into custody at his private estate just moments ago.”I watched the live feed with Milly beside me, my chest a strange tangle of emotions I couldn’t fully separate from each other. Grief for a childhood built entirely around a man who’d apparently never deserved the loyalty I’d spent decades offering him. Relief that the empire I’d inherited, built on decades of complicity, was finally, publicly, being dismantled by people with actual authority to do it properly. Rage at everything he’d cost people I lov

Chapter 137 KARAI signed myself out against medical advice at two in the morning, telling the night nurse I needed air, then walked straight past the emergency exit before anyone thought to stop me.I had seen the diner shooting looping on the common room television for hours before I finally snapped, Isaac’s body hitting the pavement replayed over and over while some anchor speculated about motive like it was theater instead of someone’s actual blood on actual concrete. Something about watching that had cracked loose whatever three weeks of careful psychiatric sessions hadn’t managed to reach.I needed air that didn’t come with a monitored schedule. I needed to feel something without someone deciding first whether I was allowed to.I ended up at the old playground near our childhood house, sitting on a swing gone rusty with age, the chains cold under my hands.I remembered pushing Milly on this exact swing when I was eight, both of us laughing about something I couldn’t recall anym

DECLANAdrian pulled up hospital security footage on the wall screen, the fake nurse’s face frozen mid-frame as she’d walked past the front desk hours earlier.“Her badge was cloned,” he said. “Real employee ID number, borrowed digitally, but the actual nurse it belongs to was working a different floor the entire shift. Whoever built this credential had inside access to hospital systems.”“Which means someone paid staff to help her get in.”“Or someone with enough leverage compromised staff without needing to pay anyone directly.” Adrian’s expression was grim. “Declan, this is the same pattern as Clara. Same pattern as the lakeside attack. Somebody’s systematically removing anyone who’s testified or threatened to.”I stared at the frozen frame, understanding how cold and absolute it was. “They’re cleaning the house before the final investigations close.”Milly’s phone buzzed while we were still reviewing the footage, and I watched her expression shift the moment she read the message.