The word warrant echoes in my head.
For a moment, I’m not sure I heard Adrian correctly.
“For… me?” I whisper.
Marcus straightens instantly in his chair. “Wait.” He looks between us. “You’re serious?”
Adrian nods once. “Yes.”
My stomach drops. “That’s impossible.”
Marcus rubs his face slowly. “Unfortunately, it’s very possible.”
I stare at him. “What do you mean?”
He gestures toward the tablet. “The financial trail Margaret created. The insurance amendment. The crash.” He exhales. “To a prosecutor who doesn’t know the full story… that looks extremely bad.”
My chest tightens painfully. “They think I planned it.”
Adrian’s voice remains calm. “Yes.”
Marcus nods reluctantly. “And if Margaret sent that evidence herself… she controlled the narrative.”
The room feels colder. Because s
