My lawyer.
My financial advisor.
And Ethan Cole—head of security, former Marine, the man I trusted to read danger before it spoke.
“Meet me at the station,” I told him. “Bring the surveillance system. Everything.”
“What’s going on?” Ethan demanded.
I stared at the road like it could answer for me.
“My wife and my business partner may be planning to kill me,” I said. “And I need proof.”
Part 2 — The Trap They Built for Me
At the station, I gave my statement. Then Noah did too—soft voice, exact words, no embellishment.
Detective Sarah Mitchell watched my son the way good investigators watch truth: without interrupting it.
When Noah finished, she leaned forward.
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