They photographed everything, carefully, with timestamps.

They verified the timeline.

They took secure custody of the audio and video files from the pen and the bag.

And then, that same day, before I set foot in my father’s tower, I filed a formal criminal complaint against Gavin with the police.

I did that on purpose, and I did it first, because I did not want the end of Gavin Pierce to depend on my family’s money or my father’s influence or the reach of a billion-dollar fund.

I wanted it to stand on its own, in an ordinary court of law, on documented evidence that any prosecutor could carry, so no one could ever say I had simply bought his ruin.