than sound. The Harding's legal team, a trio of sharks in thousand-dollar suits,

in his official capacity as a consultant. He had handed her a bottle of water a

the room like a caged tiger, shooti

hospital's toxicology lab, walked in holding a sealed manila envel

the single sheet of paper inside. His p

have the results of the b

s's sample tested positive for signific

e air, ugly and undeniable. The confidence on the

d his gaze to a p

oximately one one-hundredth of that found in Ms. Haynes's system. The level is consistent with incidental conta

She was drugged. He was so

ther person in a locked room with a woman who had been drugged into a s

urted out, jumping to his feet. "It doesn

. Haynes was legally unable to give consent. And your client

n Brenton. Panic replaced his anger. He lunged towa

ou drugged yours

ged, Khloe

ion, she swung her open hand a

a gunshot in the

right red handprint bloomed on his chee

mall, satisfying price for the rele

eye, her voice low and sh

girl who was too w

im, her focus shifting to Officer Davies and a man in

and strong. "I wish to press charges. I want Brenton Harding

ge of the law. This wasn't an emoti

s office filed charges, the case was out of their hands. There would be no ba

ne. This was not a broken victim. This was a warrior, calmly and methodically sharpening he