Arya broke.
“I was scared.”
“So was I.”
“I didn't know what to do.”
“So you canceled my therapy?”
“Because Dominic said if you improved, you'd start digging again!”
There it was.
The sentence Lucia needed.
The sentence recorded by the tiny device taped beneath the library table.
Arya saw my eyes move.
Her face drained.
“What did you do?”
I pressed the button on my chair.
The doors opened.
Lucia entered with two investigators.
Tessa stood behind them.
Arya stared at me.
Not angry anymore.
Terrified.
I expected satisfaction.
I felt none.
Only exhaustion.
Arya was escorted from the house before midnight.
Dominic was arrested three days later on charges connected to financial fraud, conspiracy, and the attack at Warehouse Twelve after investigators traced payments from Calder Blue to the man who had driven the shooter away from the harbor.
The newspapers called it the Corvino implosion.
For three weeks, my face filled television screens beneath words like empire, betrayal, attempted takeover.