CHAPTER 46 —

They moved like a tidy army — subpoenas in Harrow’s briefcase, forensic warrants printed on heavy paper, Anders’ laptop humming like a cathedral organ. The morning had the clean smell of rain-scrubbed air and concrete, and Nicole felt an odd steadiness under it: a measured calm that had nothing to do with courage and everything to do with a small life that decided the hours for her now. The baby thumped twice and then rolled, a private drummer setting the tempo.

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