POV: Kesley

The truth arrived in pieces, the way it always did.

Not all at once, not in the clean dramatic reveal I might have imagined if I had known to imagine it. It came the way water finds its way through stone, through small gaps, through the accumulated pressure of everything Leo had been building for years, and it arrived on a Thursday morning in his office with Luther standing by the door and a file on the desk between us that was thicker than anything I had seen in months of evidence gathering.

Leo opened it without preamble.

"Zachary Jonas did not inherit his position," he said. "He...