The rain hasn’t stopped.
It pours across the rooftop like the city itself is trying to wash away everything that just happened.
Margaret Lawson kneels on the concrete, restrained by security, but she still looks composed. Too composed. Like a woman who has been waiting a long time to say what she just said.
“You still think the crash was an accident.”
The words echo in my head. My pulse pounds harder.
“What do you mean?” Marcus demands.
Margaret glances at him. “You’re smart, Marcus. Try connecting the dots.”
Marcus runs a hand through his soaked hair. “You funded both sides of the corporate war.”
“Yes.”
“You manipulated the board.”
“Yes.”
“You tried to kill Adrian tonight.”
“That part was more improvisational.”
Marcus gestures toward me. “And the crash?”
Margaret’s gaze slid
