Alexander POV
Tobias found him with ease and I moved.
Marcus Webb opened his office door on the second knock, and for a moment he just stood there looking at me the way people look at strangers who show up at their workplace without enough context — politely guarded, professionally neutral, waiting to be told why he should care.
"Professor Webb," I said. "My name is Alexander Devereux. I'm a divorce and civil litigation attorney. I got your contact through Professor Eleanor Caine."
Something shifted in his face at the name. Not much — just a small tightening around the eyes, the kind that happens when a word lands somewhere it wasn't expected. "Eleanor Caine," he said.
"She spoke with me last Thursday in Hale," I said. "She gave me everything she kept from the Anna Voss hearing at Har
