—Alec—

Mama made the call. Within seconds, she had my corporate attorney, Marcus Lowell, on speaker.

“Marcus,” she said, “we have two detectives with us in the penthouse. They claim there’s a video of Alec at the shipyard during an alleged assault. I want you here. Now.”

“I’m on my way.” Marcus’s voice was composed. “Do not say a word until I arrive.”

Mama ended the call, then turned to the officers. “Please make yourselves comfortable. He’ll be here in ...