—Alec—
Mama made the call. Within seconds, she had my corporate attorney, Marcus Lowell, on speaker.
“Marcus,” she said, “we have two detectives with us in the penthouse. They claim there’s a video of Alec at the shipyard during an alleged assault. I want you here. Now.”
“I’m on my way.” Marcus’s voice was composed. “Do not say a word until I arrive.”
Mama ended the call, then turned to the officers. “Please make yourselves comfortable. He’ll be here in fifteen.”
Ramirez nodded. “We'll wait.”
Silence settled between us.
I glanced at Mabel, but she avoided my gaze. More than anything, I wished she was the one sitting next to me.
At exactly fifteen minutes, the doorbell rang again, and Mr. Lowell stood at the threshold.
We shook hands, then I ushered him.
“Come sit,” Mama Emelda ge
