Grace's POV
The library was empty at 3 AM and that was the problem.
Grace's hands shook as she photographed another page of the contract she'd found in Vincent's study. The camera app on her phone was set to silent but it felt loud anyway. Everything felt loud at 3 AM in a penthouse where people had guns under coffee tables and smiled about death sentences.
She'd been doing this for two weeks. Breaking into files. Reading documents she wasn't supposed to see. Understanding the Moretti family the way a doctor understands a disease by looking at its cells under a microscope.
Her paralegal job had taught her how to read contracts. How to find the invisible clauses. How to understand what people were actually saying when they were trying to hide the truth in legal language. Most people's eyes glazed over when they hit the dense paragraphs of business agreements. Grace's eyes sharpened.
She could see the whole picture now.
