* Lawrence *
That night I couldn't sleep. Jana's voice kept replaying in my head, each word carving deeper into the marrow of my bones. For the first time, I began to doubt the story I had defended for years, the story I had ruined lives to uphold.
If her mother hadn't abandoned them... if she hadn't stolen the diamond... then where was she?
By morning, I made a decision. One that cost me more than pride, more than money. I called in favors, pulled strings, and finally hired the most discreet and most expensive investigative unit in the country. The kind of people who could unearth secrets even the dead tried to bury.
"Find her," I told them, my voice cutting through the silence of the room. "Jana Kramer's mother. Alive or dead. I want to know what happened the night she disappeared."
