ordelia sat on the plush leather seat opposite Evand
one, his voice a low monotone as he gave orders to secure the area, deal with the authorities
t had just happened to settle. It gave her time to let
aced the phone on the console beside h
on Webster. Fiancée of Hays Lyons. The wedding announcement is t
't surprise her. A cold smile touched her l
negotiate with Evander Hawthorne as another man's fianc
58th," she told the driver, her
nod to the driver. The moment the Bentley pulled to the curb, Corde
, and used their public Wi-Fi on a burner phone she'd brought with her. She sent a single encrypted email to
ty and internal camera footage
ster bedroom loaded. And there they were. Hays and Kasey, tangled together in the sheets of the bed that was supposed to
nacle. She stood on the sidewalk across the street, looking up at the penthouse that was
n. She took out her personal cell ph
ia pitched her voice to a perfect
onvincing tremor enter her words. "My apartment... the Pinnacle
ails, her voice calm and reass
a confrontation. A police report. Bodycam footage. Official records. These were object
ld life being severed. She was no lo
s later. Cordelia approached the officers, showing them her ID and the
ed smoothly, her eyes wide with feign
where it was safe. She watched them enter the building. Then sh
They were hastily dressed, their hair a mess, faces a mixture of confusion and panic. Hays wa
d with hers. A flash of pure shock, foll
cent, bewildered confusion to form on her own fa
ing down. And she had just handed
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