Jason's POV
She holds onto it for two full days before she finally brings it to me, and I can see in her face, the moment she sits down across from me in the study, that she's braced for an argument she's already rehearsed a dozen ways to counter.
"I need to show you something," she says, sliding her phone across the desk, the photographed gate log entry filling the screen. "And I need you to actually consider it, not dismiss it because it's about family."
I read the entry twice, the same cold certainty I felt reading my father's journal settling into my chest all over again. "This is the night my father died."
"Cercei's official alibi has her at a spa two hours outside the city. The gate log shows her car entering the estate at 11:47 that same night."
"You've had this for two days."
