Marissa was sitting at a small table with a laptop open.

A man was sitting opposite her, pointing at the screen and handing her a set of documents to sign.

The camera zoomed in on the man’s face.

I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth.

Beside me, Ryker sat perfectly still, but his eyes narrowed.

The man on the screen was not a stranger.

He was sitting right next to Marissa at the defense table.

It was her attorney, Richard Vance.

But there was another figure standing behind them in the lounge, partially obscured by a pillar.

As the person stepped into the light of the camera, my breath caught in my throat.

The screen showed the distinct profile of a man wearing a dark blue police uniform.

He had a silver badge pinned to his chest.

It was Detective Miller, the officer who had just tried to force his way into Ryker’s home the night before with the local warrant.

The courtroom erupted into a low murmur.

Judge Thomas leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the screen.