She was building a trap for herself, and paying two million dollars to do it, and inviting four hundred of the most important people in the city to watch it spring.

All I had to do was let her finish building it, walk in wearing a dress that would tear, and wait for her to put her own recorded voice and her own forged documents on a screen the size of a wall.

She had done every hard part herself.

My only real task, that whole evening, was to keep my breathing slow and let her.

Chapter 6 — My Crimes

Her laughter came too fast.