Ella
Her name was Danika Voss, and she arrived at the estate two days later carrying a single leather bag and the unhurried confidence of someone who had spent twenty years making other people's carefully buried secrets resurface on command.
"Lucas tells me you want two closed cases reopened quietly," she said, settling into the chair across from Kylian's desk without waiting to be invited. "A car accident six years ago. A car accident nine years ago. Both officially ruled just that. Accidents."
"Can you do it without drawing attention?" Kylian asked.
"I can do most things without drawing attention. That's the job." She opened her bag, pulled out a slim folder of her own, already prepared before she'd walked through the door. "I did some preliminary work before I got here, based on wha
