Ace Kane sat in the driver’s seat for a moment after pulling up to the curb of the upscale residential complex. Beside him, Claire Sinclair adjusted her coat, her movements sharp and efficient, even after the harrowing night they had just witnessed at the mountain villa. Before she opened the door to step out into the cooling night air, she turned to him, her expression a rare blend of professional coldness and elder-sisterly concern.
"I’ve already initiated the protocols for the top-tier legal defense team," Claire said, her voice steady. "The firm is on retainer, and the lead partner has been briefed on a need-to-know basis. If the authorities—or anyone else—start asking questions about the fireworks at John Larson’s estate, our attorneys will be there before you even have to give your
