Abel
Two days after Alexander's birth, I was running on nothing but adrenaline and black coffee. The Summit continued around me - delegates making deals, alliances shifting, the usual political dance - but my world had shrunk to three rooms: Millicent's recovery suite, the NICU where Alexander fought for each breath, and the conference room we'd turned into our investigation center.
Grady had taken over the space with his usual efficiency, covering every wall with timelines, security footage, and witness statements. Morrison was in custody, sweating through interrogations in the basement, but we all knew he was just a foot soldier. Someone else had orchestrated this.
"Run me through it again," I said, staring at the board where Grady had mapped out everyone with access to our suite.
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