Twenty-Five
Grace crossed one leg over the other and met the constable’s eyes. “My husband, Davion, forged visas and stole money from several corporations. One of them was Trinity Bank, and Alabaster Khan ordered two IEDs to be set at the precinct during the last winter parade. He is responsible for the death of my son.”
The constable’s hand, which had been holding a koffee en route to their mouth, wavered. “What?”
Grace had arrived thirty minutes before the scheduled hearing with Pendam and the Khans in order to make this statement to Ezra.
As quickly as she could, she recounted everything she’d learned about Davion since waking up in the hospital after the winter parade explosion. Everything that Khan had told her in her living room only four days before.
“Grace. Dear god.” The cons
