Patricia Sears called at eleven that night.Sienna was the one who answered, because Lucia had given her the number as a backup contact, the specific precaution of someone who understood that redundancy mattered in situations where a single point of failure could cost everything. She looked at the unknown number for a moment before answering, and something in the timing, eleven at night, less than twelve hours after the meeting, told her what this call probably was before she heard a word."Yes," she said, careful and neutral."Is this—" The voice was Patricia Sears, and it was shaking. Not with anger. With something else. "I was given this number. By Lucia Moretti.""This is a safe line," Sienna said. "What's happened.""My daughter," Patricia said, and her voice broke slightly on the word. "I got a call an hour ago. The legal case, the one I told Lucia about. The opposing party's lawyers have filed something new. Something that wasn't there yesterday. My daughter's attorney says it
Read more