When the nest topples, not a single egg survives whole.
Morgan Lewis understood that now with the clarity of a man watching his own coffin being nailed shut. Dalton Lawson was finished, and given everything Morgan had done under that man's umbrella, every dirty favor, every line crossed, there was no version of reality in which he walked away unscathed. The only future waiting for him was prison, cold and absolute in its certainty.
All those years of grinding labor, all the privileges he'd savored while riding in Dalton's wake, the way lesser officials had bowed their heads and stepped aside whenever he entered a room, all of it was about to evaporate like dew under a summer sun. The prestige, the connections, the sense of invincibility would be reduced to nothing, every last scrap disso
