Sienna's P.O.V.

The side mirror was wrong. That was it. Nothing dramatic. No broken window. No slashed tire. Just the driver's-side mirror angled slightly lower than I left it. I stopped ten feet from the loaner. Riot almost walked into my back.

"What?"

"Don't touch the car."

Knox's P.O.V.

Brenner Recovery Services had exactly one public business address. Of course it was a warehouse. Metal siding. Chain-link fence.

A faded sign promising "asset recovery, transport, and secure storage" like those words had never ruined anybody's day.

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Sienna's P.O.V.

The lawyer's first sentence made Riot unhappy.

"Most of this is not clean evidence you can safely rely on in a formal case."

He leaned back in his chair.

"We literally have pictures of it."

Dana Kerr didn't blink. She was forty-something, wore a gray sui