Alexander's POV

I flip through the documents Avery threw on my desk. Page after page. Requisition forms with Rachel's signature at the bottom. Shipping manifests addressed to sector twelve. Inventory logs showing banned substances in quantities that make my blood run cold.

The evidence is undeniable. Clear. Damning beyond any reasonable doubt.

I look up at Rachel. She stands by the bookshelf where Avery's kick sent her stumbling. Her innocent mask is cracking. Fracturing ...