"These stories are connected," Maya Ricci said, placing three newspapers across the glass conference table while the afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of the Regina Media Office and turned the dust above the desks into drifting gold, yet the warmth of the room did nothing to soften the unease that had settled among the four people gathered there.
Isabella Hart stood opposite her with one hand resting against the table, her eyes moving between the headlines with the concentration of an investigator who had learned that the smallest inconsistency could expose an entire deception, while Cassandra Vale remained near the window with her arms folded and her expression carefully composed.
