Scout spread photographs across a metal table.
He tapped one.
“Typewriter.”
Calder leaned closer.
“The lowercase t prints high.”
She studied the comparison.
“The one in the room prints high,” Scout continued. “Raines’s doesn’t.”
Silence.
“So Sinclair planted Raines long before any of us suspected him,” Calder said.
Scout nodded.
Sinclair had positioned Raines as his fall guy long before Raines knew he was in play.
“That’ll matter at trial,” Calder said.
Kyle Denton stepped forward.
“You were right,” he said to Scout. “About Sinclair.”
“We all missed pieces,” Scout replied.
Denton’s eyes shifted to Tessa.
“She was never really with me,” he admitted. “I think I knew.”
Scout held steady.
“She chose.”
Denton nodded.
“You kept her alive,” he said.
“We did.”
Denton slipped on his coat.
“Take care of her, Wilson.”
“I will.”
The door closed.
Burke watched Scout for a long moment, then nodded once.
Scout crossed the room.
Tessa stepped beside him, her shoulder brushing his. His hand found hers.
For once, there was nothing between them but daylight.
