So I smiled.

I drank the coffee.

I said thank you.

And I have never in my life done anything harder than smiling at the man who was poisoning me while I quietly assembled the file that would put him in prison.

Chapter 5 — The First Move

The first thing I did, before anything else, was get proof that would still be true tomorrow — proof that did not depend on my word against his, because my word was the one thing he’d spent six months poisoning.