His eyes sharpened.
“Madison,” he called.
She flinched.
It was small, but I saw it.
So did Daniel.
Madison turned toward him automatically. Jason’s face had smoothed itself back into charm, but his eyes were warning her.
“Come here,” he said softly.
A year ago, I would have obeyed that voice even if it wasn’t directed at me.
Madison hesitated.
Then she did something that surprised all of us.
She stepped closer to me instead.
“He has a storage unit,” she whispered quickly. “Not under his name. Under his mother’s maiden name. I went there once with him. There were boxes of old files. Drives. Medical records, I think. He told me never to mention it.”
Daniel’s attention sharpened.
“Where?” he asked.
Madison opened her mouth.
“Madison,” Jason said again, louder this time.
The bailiff looked over.
Madison’s courage vanished like a candle in a draft. She shook her head once, backing away.
