“She said he took Nathaniel.”
Celeste’s eyes flickered toward Calloway.
He smiled patiently. “Margot was unstable.”
I looked directly at Celeste. “Then why did he never help you find her?”
The hall went still.
Celeste’s lips parted.
Calloway’s face hardened. “Enough.”
I pressed the earpiece once.
Then said clearly, “Maybe your mother sang you a lullaby.”
Calloway’s eyes sharpened.
“What did you say?”
The courthouse doors exploded open.
Not with police.
With cameras.
Reporters flooded the entrance, livestream crews, legal observers, private security, and behind them, my mother in a white coat like a blade of light.
At the same instant, every major news outlet in the country received the Black Harbor files.
Mara’s voice crackled in my ear.
“Transmission complete.”
Calloway lunged for me.
Adrian appeared from the side corridor and tackled him.
They hit the floor hard.
A gun went off.
The sound shattered the hall.
