The American Dream, darling:grind hard enough and one day you, too, can purchase the scales of justice wholesale. Own the blindfold. Rent the sword.
Soo-Jin and ARIA worked in beautiful, brutal tandem—my blade and my brain, my scalpel and my archive.
Every original document they touched turned to ash or digital dust; only encrypted shadows remained, safe from any midnight raid the Dexters might buy.
At the same time, every scrap that might have laundered Dex's innocence—fake timestamps, paid affidavits, witnesses whose bank accounts suddenly bloomed like hothouse orchids—was erased with the calm efficiency of a maid wiping fingerprints from crystal.
Ethical? Darling, please.Ethics are a luxury brand for people who've never sat beside a coma bed listening to ventilator bellows count out someone else's borrowed heartbeats.
I slept like a cat in sunlight.
