"Stop!" Lyra held up her hand, cutting Liliana off mid-sentence. "That information is case-sensitive."
Liliana hesitated, her gaze darting between Lyra and the nurse who'd just burst in with news about Orla causing a scene downstairs. The interruption had come at the perfect moment.
"You're right," Liliana admitted, slipping the phone back into her pocket. "I shouldn't discuss evidence here."
Lyra nodded at the nurse. "Tell security I'll be down shortly. My sister can wait."
After the nurse left, Lyra turned her attention back to Liliana. "What was Malachi Blackwood's final message?"
Liliana sighed, clearly conflicted. "I shouldn't share this, but considering everything..." She lowered her voice. "It was a voice memo addressed to his niece. He specifically mentioned you by name, Lyra."
Percival moved closer to Lyra, his presence protective yet not overbearing. "What did he say?"
