CLAIRE
Julian's face went completely still. "What?" he asked quietly.
"Vanessa," I repeated, my voice hollow. "She hired him, she paid him fifteen thousand dollars to throw acid in my face."
Julian's hands tightened on my knees, his knuckles going white. "Are they sure?" he asked.
"They have bank records," I said. "Messages between them."
Julian stood up abruptly and walked to the window, his back rigid with tension.
"That's attempted murder," he said, his voice hard. "She hired someone to permanently disfigure you."
"I know," I replied.
"When are they arresting her?" Julian asked, turning back to face me.
"Today," I said. "Detective Rodriguez said within the next few hours."
Julian pulled out his phone. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Calling my lawyer," he replied. "We need to
