Chapter: The Church AgainEleanor was in the third pew.Same one as before. Back straight. Hands folded. A leather bag at her feet like she had packed for somewhere and then decided not to go.She turned when she heard us and looked at me and then at Jason and didn’t say anything about him being there. Just moved slightly to make room on the pew.I sat beside her. Jason stayed back, one row behind, which was the right call and he knew it.“Vane called you,” I said.“An hour before he called you,” she said.“What did he say.”“That I had until morning to be somewhere the primary client couldn’t find me.” She looked at the altar. “He said it quietly. Like he was sorry about it.”“But you didn’t go,” I said.“No.”“Why.”She was quiet for a moment. Not the managing kind of quiet. The kind where someone is deciding whether the true thing is the right thing to say and deciding yes. “Because I’ve been running for twenty two years and I have nothing to show for it except a life in Portugal and a daughter who visited
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Chapter: WednesdayJason showed up with two bottles of red and a paper bag of groceries he hadn’t asked if I needed.“I didn’t know what you had,” he said, setting the bag on the counter. “So I got garlic, the good kind of butter, and a lemon. Figured that covers most things.”It did, actually. I had chicken thighs in the fridge and not much else of a plan.He took his jacket off and rolled his sleeves without being asked, the way someone does when they’ve decided to be useful instead of standing around being looked after. I handed him the cutting board. He didn’t ask where it went when he was done - he just put it back exactly where he found it, like he’d memorized the kitchen the first time he walked into it three days ago.“You’re good at this,” I said.“At chopping garlic?”“At being in someone’s space without making it weird.”He looked up at that, knife still in hand. “I used to be terrible at it. Ask anyone.” A pause. “Ask you, specifically.”I didn’t answer that. I poured the wine instead.We at
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Chapter: The AssetEleanor didn’t answer immediately.She looked at her coffee cup and then at her hands and then at me and I sat across from her and waited because I had learned this week that some truths needed a moment to find their way out and rushing them only made them come out wrong.The courtyard was quiet around us. A couple at another table laughing at something. The sound of the street beyond the entrance. Ordinary Sunday afternoon sounds that had nothing to do with what was happening at our table.“How long have you known,” I said again. Quieter this time. Not pushing. Just asking.Eleanor looked at me. “Since before I booked the flight,” she said. Her voice was steady but careful, the specific carefulness of someone choosing every word deliberately. “I knew when the network started unravelling. I knew when Edmund agreed to the shutdown. I understood what that meant for the people connected to it and I understood what it meant for me specifically.” She paused. “I came back because I had to.
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Chapter: Sunday MorningI woke up to my phone ringing.Not an alarm. An actual call. Six fourteen in the morning, the room still dark, and Margaret’s name on the screen which meant something had happened that couldn’t wait until a reasonable hour.I answered it. “Tell me,” I said. “The story ran at six,” Margaret said. “All of it. The network. The arrest. The primary client. The channels. All four names.” She paused. “It’s the front page of every financial publication in the country and it’s moving faster than anything I’ve managed in twenty years.” Another pause. “Sarah. Marcus Vance is one of the four names.” I sat up. “Elena,” I said. “She’s going to see it right now,” Margaret said. “If she hasn’t already.” “I told her last night,” I said. “I know,” Margaret said. “She called me at midnight. We talked for an hour. She’s going to be okay. She’s tougher than she looks.” “I know she is,” I said.I got out of bed and went to the window and looked at the Sunday morning and thought about the story spreading th
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Chapter: Elena’s SecretI read the message three times.The primary client has a daughter, Sarah. She doesn’t know what her father is. She’s been looking for someone to tell her the truth for three years. Her name is Elena Vance.I sat on the edge of my bed in the quiet of my apartment and felt the shape of everything shifting again.Elena Vance.The woman who had spent two years whispering lies into Jason’s ear.The woman whose family PR firm had packaged Daniel Reeves’s fabricated photograph and fed it to the press.The woman who had sat across from me in a hotel bar looking tired and genuine and said, “I just want him to be okay.”She didn’t know what her father was.I thought about that for a long time.Then I called Clara.She answered immediately because Clara always answered immediately and I had stopped being surprised by it and started being simply grateful.“I need everything we have on Elena Vance’s father,” I said. “Tonight.”A pause.Brief and loaded.“How deep?” Clara said.“All the way.”She w
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Chapter: The CourtyardEleanor was already there when I arrived.She was sitting at a small table in the corner of the courtyard with two coffees in front of her and her face turned up slightly toward the afternoon sun. She looked so completely at ease that I stood at the entrance for a second just looking at her before she noticed me.She looked like someone who had decided to be happy and was going about it with the same quiet determination she brought to everything else.She saw me and smiled. I crossed the courtyard and sat down. She pushed one of the coffees toward me and said, “You look like someone who has had a significant morning.”“That’s one word for it,” I said.“Tell me.”And I did.I told her about Marina and Anna and the four channels and the warrant and one forty-five and Edmund’s call and Julian on the pavement saying, “A start.”She listened the way she always listened, completely and without interrupting, and when I finished she was quiet for a moment.Then she said, “It’s done then.”“Ye
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Chapter: The Shadow"You're going to puke if you don't stop pacing."Riley ignored him. She kept moving in the small space between their beds, her skates clicking rhythmically on the thin carpet. Each step felt like a countdown. The hallway outside was alive with the sound of doors slamming and guys shouting-the pre-game energy of the first official home opener."Woods. Sit down.""I can't," she snapped, finally looking at Jax. He was sitting on his bed, calmly taping his stick. He looked like he was preparing for a casual afternoon skate, not a game that could end her life if she tripped the wrong way.Jax stood up, towering over her, and placed a heavy hand on her shoulder. He didn't push her, but the weight of it forced her to stop. "You're vibrating. If you go out there like this, you’ll blow it in the first five minutes. The scouts are already in the rafters. They aren't looking for a nervous wreck.""I'm not nervous. I'm... tight.""Because you're thinking about the hair. You're thinking about the
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Chapter: The Wall"Eyes up, Woods! You’re skating like you’re looking for a lost penny!"Coach’s voice bounced off the empty bleachers, Riley didn't respond. She couldn't. Her lungs felt like they were filled with crushed glass. The athletic tape Jax had forced her to use was tighter than the binder, pulling at her skin with every stride. It felt more like armor, but the kind that crushed you from the inside out.She rounded the far turn, her blades biting deep into the fresh ice. She could feel Jax behind her. He wasn't just skating; he was hunting. Every time she slowed down, his stick would clatter against the back of her skates, a silent threat to keep moving."Pick it up," Jax hissed as he pulled alongside her. He didn't look tired. He looked like he could do this all day. "Beckett’s watching from the glass. Don't give him a reason to come over here crying."Riley glanced toward the dark tunnel. Beckett was there, a shadow in a green tracksuit. He wasn't supposed to be at the Falcons’ practice, bu
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Chapter: The Debt"Get in the back."Jax didn't look at her when he said it. He didn't even stop walking. He just hooked his fingers into the collar of Riley’s jersey and hauled her toward the rear of the bus. The fabric bunched uncomfortably against her throat, forcing her to stumble over a discarded equipment bag."I can walk, Jax," she hissed. She tried to pry his hand off, but his grip was like iron."Sit." He shoved her into the last bench seat, the one hidden in the deep shadows furthest from the overhead lights.The rest of the team was filing on, loud and rowdy from the win. They were chanting, throwing punches at each other's shoulders, oblivious to the fact that their season was currently hanging by a single, fraying thread. Miller walked past, pausing for a second."Hey, Woodsy. Hell of a goal. You okay? You looked a little rattled out there."Riley opened her mouth to speak, but Jax stepped in front of her, blocking Miller’s view."He's fine," Jax said. His voice was flat. Cold. "Bell rung
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Chapter: The Jersey"Turn around."Riley froze with her hand on the hem of her shirt. She didn't look back. She knew exactly where Jax was—sitting on the edge of his bed, probably watching her with that same narrow-eyed look he’d had since the dining hall."I'm changing, Jax. Get out.""It's my room, too. And you've got a hoodie on over a t-shirt. What are you, a nesting doll?" Jax’s voice was closer now. She heard the soft thud of his socks on the carpet. "Just take the damn thing off and put your jersey on. We’re late for the bus.""I'll meet you there.""Coach said together. Door to door." He was standing right behind her now. She could feel the heat. It was like standing next to a furnace. "What is it? You got a tattoo of a rival team? A girl’s name?""None of your business.""You make it my business when you act like a freak." Jax reached out and grabbed the back of her hoodie. It wasn't an attack. It was a tug, a frustrated, impatient yank.Riley spun around, slapping his hand away. "Don't touch me
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Chapter: The Roommate"You’re going to sit there all night?"Riley flinched. Jax’s voice was too close, vibrating through the thin bathroom door. She was still sitting on the edge of the tub, the water running hot and wasting away into the drain. "I’m busy," she called out. Her voice felt raspy, a forced low growl she had practiced in the shower for weeks."Busy doing what? Drowning?"She heard the heavy thud of his boots hitting the floor. Then the springs of his bed groaned. He was settling in.Riley looked at the lock on the door. It was a cheap, plastic twist-knob. One good shove and it would snap. She looked at the binder beneath her shirt. It was damp with sweat, itching against her skin. She needed to breathe. She needed to take it off, but the thought of being exposed in a room with a man who already looked at her like she was a bug under a microscope made her stomach turn.She reached over and turned the shower handle harder. The pipes rattled."Woods!""What?" she snapped."The pipes are shaking
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Chapter: The ScissorsChapter One: The Scissors"You're actually going to do it."Riley didn't look up. She kept her eyes locked on her own reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror, tracing the way the fluorescent light flickered against her forehead. The scissors felt heavy in her hand. Heavier than they had any right to be. They were just metal and plastic, but they felt like a gavel."Shut up, Ryan," she said. Her voice didn't shake. She was proud of that."It's a federal crime or something. Identity theft. Fraud. Probably a dozen other things that’ll land you in a cell." Ryan was leaning against the doorframe, his weight shifted to one side, biting his thumb nervously. He looked like a wreck. His eyes were bloodshot, and his skin had that sickly, pale sheen of someone who hadn't slept in forty-eight hours. He looked like the reason she was standing here. He looked like a coward."It's not a crime. It's hockey," Riley muttered. She grabbed a thick, dark fistful of her hair. It was long, reaching past h
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