The detective placed the report on the table.
Lauren stared at it.
“My car?”
“We’ve impounded your Range Rover.”
“And?”
“Similar damage.”
Ethan turned away.
Naomi closed her eyes.
Detective Mitchell continued.
“Whoever did it knew what they were doing.”
Lauren felt her daughter move.
One slow roll beneath her skin.
For the first time all day, fear reached somewhere anger could not.
This was no longer humiliation.
No longer divorce.
No longer a corporate fight.
Someone had touched her car while she was pregnant.
Someone had touched Madison’s car.
Someone had entered a hospital to finish what the crash had failed to do.
Lauren folded the report.
“What do you need from me?”
Mitchell looked surprised.
“Most people ask what happens now.”
“I asked what you need.”
“A full timeline.”
“You’ll have it.”
“Access to your vehicle records.”
“Yes.”
“Any messages, threats, unusual incidents.”
Lauren nodded.
