ATTORNEY EMMA POV
My heart slammed once, hard, then years of training kicked in and every other emotion disappeared beneath cold instinct.
Don't panic. Think.
The knife pressed tighter against my throat, sharp enough that I felt the sting against my skin. His arm locked around me roughly, but his stance was all wrong. Too tense. Too emotional. Left foot too far back, weight leaning slightly right. Amateur. I kept my breathing completely even and counted.
One move. That's all.
"I just want to talk, Diego."
Silence. His grip tightened instantly. "How do you know my name?"
Good. Fear, not confidence. "Because I think you know what really happened to Stephanie," I said carefully. "And I think you're the only one who can prove it."
The knife didn't move away, but his arm loosened. Tin
