Julian Vance’s polished smile froze on his face and then faltered, just for a fraction of a second, as he peered down into the crowd trying to find the source of the voice.

“I’m sorry,” he said, still smiling, still in control, “I’m sorry, ma’am?

I don’t.

Security, could we please—” And that was when I stepped up onto the first of the stairs, into the light, and pulled my daughter’s letter and the certified lab report out of my portfolio, and told a room full of the most powerful people in the state exactly who Julian Vance was.

Chapter 24 — Don’t Touch Her