“This is a witch hunt,” Patricia said to the lead agent.

“My lawyers will have this warrant thrown out by noon tomorrow.”

“Your lawyers have already been notified, Mrs. Voss,” the agent replied.

“And your primary corporate counsel has just retained his own criminal defense attorney.”

“He is currently down on the fourth floor, cooperating with our team.”

A cold draft swept through the room as another agent opened the glass door to the balcony to let the crime scene technicians in.

The smell of wet asphalt and impending rain drifted inside.

The technicians began setting up cameras on tripods.

The flashes began to pop, illuminating the dark corners of the room with harsh white light.

Elena leaned closer to me.

“We need to leave now,” she whispered in my ear.

“Our work here is done, and the feds have everything they need.”

“I’ve already secured your exit through the freight elevator.”

I nodded, but my feet felt heavy.

I wanted to watch.

I wanted to see the exact moment the realization fully settled into Harrison’s bones.