Mattew slowly raised his hands, but his mind was already working faster than the situation around him. Everything about this felt planned, too clean, too convenient. Lucian’s name echoed in his thoughts like a warning he should have taken more seriously from the start.
It had Lucian written all over it.
The timing, the setup, even the way the police arrived so quickly all pointed in one direction. Lucian wanted him removed, and framing him for Caine Everhart’s death was the easiest way to bury him without lifting a finger.
Mattew clenched his jaw tightly. When you find yourself trapped in a situation like this, the first rule was simple—get out and stay alive.
The officers moved closer, their weapons still raised, and one of them pulled out a pair of handcuffs as he stepped forward.
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