45
AARON
The tableful of snacks Brooke had put out lay untouched, and the wine sat uncorked. Nobody had much of an appetite this evening. We’d been over the evidence again and again—what we had, what we didn’t have—but every time, we came to the same conclusion.
Blue huffed as she sat back. “We don’t have enough. Even with Sara, we just don’t have enough.”
“So what now?” Romi asked.
What indeed? Luca, Colt, and Brooke had joined us for this extended family conference, and Luca took it upon himself to summarise our limited choices.
“Option one, we can turn the new information over to Aldrich Payne, keeping Sara as an anonymous source, and hope the prosecutor’s brave enough to act. But that’s dependent on factors outside of our control, and we’d still be at the mercy of a jury. Option
