Two days.

That was all we had before the hearing.

Two days to prepare, to breathe, to pull the string that would unravel everything she’d sewn with lies.

And it started with a name.

“David Brown,” Vanessa said, slapping a file down on the table. “Private investigator. Ex-military. Works underground now off-record jobs, reputation for digging where others won’t.”

Adrian flipped through the dossier. “You think Eliora hired him?”

Vanessa nodded. “The man driving the car ...