The courtroom marble was cool beneath Crystal's heels as she crossed the lobby of Silvester Tower, head high, boy in tow.
Nick skipped beside her. “Is this a castle?"
“Kind of," she said. “A tower full of people who think they run the world."
“Do you?"
“Not yet."
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Six floors up, a junior prosecutor straightened his tie nervously. “Ms. Quinn? These—are incredible. The files you submitted on Harper Foundation siphoning—embezzlement, offshore transfers—this is years of evidence."
“I've had time," Crystal said. “They built their empire on charity fraud. I want it burned down brick by brick."
“And you're submitting this… anonymously?"
“Until the timing's right."
The prosecutor hesitated. “You know this implicates Claudia Harper *and* Helena."
Crystal leaned in. “I'm counting on it
