el. The recording pen was

ice wa

Why were you at my grandmo

anic in her eyes before she masked it, her

I only went to visit Eleanor to... to clear up

in front of Isabel, shielding her. "Gwen.

he told a woman with a severe heart condition that her life savings were

nough. Don't blame Isabel fo

. "I have your entire 'kind' conversation

racted. Her fingers

nd snatched the recorder from her hand. Hi

his non

nd into an empty viewing room,

table. "What the hell do you think y

he proof was right ther

she picked up the p

of static fi

not

ssed it

at

rs, for just a second, covering the whole thing as he wrenched it from her grasp.

ien's face. "The show is over. I'm wa

curve of his smile. At t

r voice flat, devoid of all emo

yes b

l pay for wh

he mourners. She walked straight out of the funeral home and dr

gainst Isabel Goodwin, the request for security footage from the nursing home. T

penthouse. Her phone rang. The precinct.

home had experienced a "critical

ted by the Goodwin family's legal team. They've characterized your accusation as base

d her lips. Of course. The moment she had sa

vast apartment. At t

vate intelligence network known as The 'W' Collective-a secret she had kept even from Damien. She had built that network from scratch, a shadow organ

led to a number she hadn't contact

e first ring. A crisp

ere beginnin

Isabel Goodwin and the entire Goodwin family. Every shell corporatio

r it don

bbing at her dry eyes. "Dami," she whimpered. "I'

n't worry. I'll handle the d

ed in Isabel's eyes, qui

l's face he saw. It was Gwen's, in that sterile room, her eyes blaz

eleted the record. She walked to the window and

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