Black tie.
Ethan beside Victor Hale.
Grace three months before pregnancy, wearing navy.
Vanessa in the background.
Except Vanessa was not looking at Ethan.
She was standing beside Victor.
Close.
Too close.
Grace zoomed in.
Victor’s hand rested at the small of Vanessa’s back.
Rebecca leaned closer.
“Oh, hell.”
Declan looked at the image.
“You think she was planted?”
“I think she knew him before Ethan did.”
Grace opened another photo from the same night.
Vanessa and Victor again.
Talking privately near the bar.
Grace felt the pieces rearranging.
The affair.
The amended sale agreement.
The hidden forty-five-million-dollar valuation gap.
The offshore transfers.
The federal interest.
The company-funded island vacation scheduled on the same weekend as a supposed private Harbor Crown retreat.
She looked at Declan.
“What if Ethan isn’t the smartest person in his own scheme?”
Declan’s eyes narrowed.
“You think Harbor Crown was using him.”
