Justice for the Vance Heiress

ay passed in a bl

own murder were a potent combination. I sat by the window, watch

to me in hushed, careful tones, their eyes darting away whenever I met their gaze. They were

friends, her lawyers, her business partners, begging for help. Every call went to voicemail. Every plea was met with s

sent, not to friends, but to enemies of my enemy. T

lled through financial news sites, political blogs, anyt

e silence w

influence was so great he could quash it before it ever saw the lig

ight in my chest. I remembered the helplessness,

dossier was her masterpiece of destruction. It was too big,

b. And the timer

patient. I h

ived. Caterers set up tables on the lawn. The air filled with the scent of lilies an

lebrating th

and chose a simple, elegant black dress. If I was going