REIS’S POV
By one in the morning, the penthouse was turned into a damn war room.
On the table, files, documents all sorts of them… lined up there, laptop open, a couple of them for myself and Mira, and two cup of warm coffee.
I hadn’t slept.
Neither had Mira. And to be fair, we didn’t have any plan of.
She sat across from me with one leg folded beneath her chair, sleeves pushed to her elbows, eyes narrowed at the screen in front of her.
I looked back down at the ledger in front of me.
“She’s useful,” I muttered under my breath.
Mira didn’t look up.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Then try saying it louder next time.”
I ignored her.
I reviewed the elder’s testimony again.
He had entered the courtroom hunched and trembling, leaning on a cane, voice cracking just enough to seem s
