Chapter Thirty Four
Security walked Cassian out through the lobby instead of a side exit, a decision Rafael suspected Whitfield made deliberately — no quiet dignity extended to a man who had spent five years quietly destroying two families.
Rafael watched from the executive floor’s glass wall as two officers met Cassian at the building’s entrance, the handcuffs catching the afternoon light for exactly as long as it took a photographer, apparently tipped off in advance, to get the shot that would run on every business page in the city by morning.
“You did not call the press,” Warren said, watching the same scene beside him.
“I did not need to,” Rafael said. “Someone else clearly wanted this documented.”
He thought of Cassian’s earlier accusation, the leaked story about delay and loyalt
