Chapter 7: The Dawn of the Witness

I didn’t let him burn us down.

Three hours after Adrian was shoved into the back of a federal convoy, Marisol Venn and a team of forensic accountants, armed with a warrant I’d personally signed, breached Adrian’s private penthouse.

They found his safe.

They found the “dead-man’s switch” files he’d threatened to use against my father.

It was nothing but bluster.

Pathetic, fabricated documents that fell apart under five minutes of legal scrutiny.

Adrian had possessed nothing but the illusion of power, and I had shattered the mirror.