Victor’s voice: Hit her where the dress covers it.
Elena’s sob.
Victor again: Tomorrow you smile, or Daniel dies in prison.
Five hundred elite guests heard every word.
Victor bolted toward the vestry. An officer drove him to the floor and cuffed him beneath the crucifix.
I walked in alone through the broken doors.
Conrad stared at me as if a ghost had risen from his own grave.
“You,” he breathed.
I stopped beside him. “You remembered Raven.”
His face drained white. Conrad had built his empire using my systems, never realizing I had kept duplicate keys to every hidden vault.
“You made a deal,” he hissed. “You disappeared.”
“I disappeared from criminals. Then you touched my child.”
Naomi handed me a tablet showing Daniel’s charges dismissed and the arrest warrant for the corrupt detective.
I turned it toward Conrad. “My son is free.”
He twisted against the agents holding him. “I’ll bury you in court.”
