He wanted the whole neighborhood to watch him be happy at me.

And for a long time the thought of walking into that had made me feel sick.

But by the week of the party, something had shifted, because by the week of the party, Daniel’s team had finished.

The case was built.

The evidence was airtight.

The relevant authorities had it.

And so instead of dreading the party, I found myself thinking about it strategically, the way I’d once thought about an audit.

Luke wanted an audience.