Avery's POV

The threat letter left my hands the next morning. I hated that more than I expected. For almost three weeks, I had carried it folded inside my coat pocket like proof that I wasn't imagining any of this.

My mother's death.

My father's danger.

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Avery's POV

The detective called me two days later.

Not my lawyer.

Me.

That was how I knew the answer mattered.

"Mrs. Sterling, can you come to the precinct?"

My hand tightened around the phone.

"Is this about my mother?"

"Yes."

I was there in forty

Avery's POV

Adrian asked to meet me after the police requested Sterling family office records. I almost said no. Then my attorney said, "If he's offering access before they force it out through subpoenas, we should take the access." So we met in her conference room.

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