It took less than seventy-two hours.
Seventy-two hours from the moment Darwin Cole's plane touched down to the moment we were walking up the granite steps of the Superior Court. The sheer, blistering speed of it was a testament to two things: the iron-clad, meticulously organized evidence William had extracted from Engineer Julio, and the quiet, terrifying efficiency of a Moreau-Davis-Cole offensive.
"Perks of being a Moreau," I muttered to Val as she adjusted the cuff of my suit sleeve with a proprietary air. We were part of the phalanx moving toward the courtroom doors—Charlie, Helen, and Lucien ahead of us; Darwin and his lead partner from Harrington, Cole & Myers beside us; Trent and Marina falling in step behind as moral support.
