Page 134 of Finding Peace
Three days.
That’s all it took to turn weeks of groundwork into something the federal government couldn’t ignore.
I glance at the elevator again as it dings.
Still not who I’m looking for.
Good.
Let him take his time.
Let him think he’s in control.
The receptionist lifts the phone again, her voice soft as she speaks. “Yes, sir. They’re still here.”
Her eyes flick toward us nervously.
Lawson smiles politely, not wanting to intimidate her. None of this is her fault.
Regardless, she looks away immediately.
I smooth the sleeve of my suit jacket. The fabric feels strange on my shoulders today. But this is where this version of me belongs.
In rooms like this.
In places men like Keller believe only they control.
Our plan started weeks ago.
Quietly.
Carefully.
It didn’t take long for the pieces to start to fall into place.
To find the right people.
To gather the evidence we needed.
Affidavits from ranchers who’d been forced off their land. Financial records Sebastian pulled out of places no accountant would have been able to reach.
Emails.
Shell companies.
Fraud.
Witness intimidation.
Bribes.
Threats.
All of it threaded together, piece by piece.
Luca opened the doors we couldn’t.
Sebastian handled the ones that needed breaking.
