Albert stood on the execution platform at five AM, hands bound, face resigned to death.
I held Grace in the observation area, watching my husband prepare to die for crimes he committed while being manipulated. Two hundred bikers surrounded the platform. Knox held the weapon. The vote had been clear.
Justice demanded blood.
"Any last words?" Knox asked formally.
Albert looked directly at me. "Eva, raise Grace knowing her father loved her more than his own survival. Tell her I tried to be better than my programming. That I failed, but I tried."
Knox raised his gun.
"Wait." Victoria's voice cut through the dawn silence. She strode onto the platform with a laptop and files. "I have new evidence. Evidence that changes everything."
"The vote is done," Hammer said. "Justice has been decide
