The interrogation room falls silent after Victor’s last words.
She was never even in the race.
Marcus slowly rubs his chin beside me. “…well,” he murmurs, “that is the most brutal rejection in legal history.”
Adrian doesn’t respond. His eyes remain fixed on Victor through the observation glass, his stillness sharper than any words.
Inside the interrogation room, the detectives exchange a brief glance. One of them leans forward again. “Let’s clarify something.”
Victor looks up.
“You’re saying Margaret Lawson built an entire conspiracy because she believed Adrian Reyes chose the wrong woman.”
Victor nods faintly. “Yes.”
The detective taps the table. “That’s not a rational motive.”
Victor laughs weakly. “You’ve never met Margaret.”
Marcus mutters quietly beside me. “Fair point.”
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