The courthouse steps were a battlefield of opinion.
Some held signs that read **“Murderer's Daughter, Nation's Savior."**
Others held banners that screamed **“No Crown for a Queen of Corpses."**
Linda walked between them without flinching.
Inside, the air was cold, sterile, final.
She wore black—not as mourning, but as armor.
The courtroom was full: prosecutors, federal agents, journalists, former victims, and survivors.
Even Marco sat in the back row, arms folded, eyes unreadable.
The judge called for silence.
And the trial began.
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The prosecutor stood first.
“Linda Kingsley played a pivotal role in dismantling two of the world's most violent syndicates. But she also benefited from them."
He held up documents. “She inherited wealth from blood. Operated under aliases. Lied to
