Knox's P.O.V.

Brenner Recovery Services had exactly one public business address. Of course it was a warehouse. Metal siding. Chain-link fence.

A faded sign promising "asset recovery, transport, and secure storage" like those words had never ruined anybody's day.

We watch

Sienna's P.O.V.

The lawyer's first sentence made Riot unhappy.

"Most of this is not clean evidence you can safely rely on in a formal case."

He leaned back in his chair.

"We literally have pictures of it."

Dana Kerr didn't blink. She was forty-something, wore a gray sui

Sienna's P.O.V.

Dinner was not a meeting. I made everyone say it before I sat down.

"No evidence."

Judge nodded.

"No legal files."

Ghost nodded.

"No Silent Divine."

Roman looked at his plate.

"No Ivy."

Riot looked offended.

"I wasn't going to bring her up."

"No Co