CHAPTER 80: KATE'S DOUBTS

I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Carlos hanging in that cell, his face twisted in a way that didn't match suicide.

William breathed steady beside me, finally asleep after hours of checking security feeds and making calls. I slipped out of bed without waking him and padded downstairs.

The study felt safer than the bedroom somehow. Smaller. I curled up in the leather chair and pulled my knees to my chest, trying to make sense of everything.

Carlos ...