Chapter 7: The Unedited

By four that afternoon the clip had been seen nine million times.

It was thirty seconds long and cut to start at the shriek.

It showed my sister on the carpet and me standing over her, with a caption in white letters.

"PREGNANT WOMAN PUSHED BY JEALOUS SISTER."

The woman in the gray coat had sent me her own footage before I reached the car.

She was eighty-one, and she had thumbs.

"I don't like to be lied to in front of the coffee cake," she said when I called. "Use it however you like, dear."

I sat in Alistair's car outside a diner and watched it on a screen no bigger than my hand.

It began three minutes before Gwen fell.

It showed all of it, down to the last second.

"Oh," Winnie said from the passenger seat, breathless. "Oh, that little liar."

"Where do we show it?"

"Everywhere."

"One place," Alistair said from beside me, quiet. "In person. Where she has to stand there."

He took out his phone and read a message.

"Reuben's holding a baby reveal tonight at six. Hallam Group, the atrium."

"In your building?"

"In my building."

We got there at five-forty.

The Crowe Tower atrium was seven stories of glass.

Reuben's people had filled it with pink and blue balloons and a velvet sofa in the middle.

Two hundred guests held champagne and murmured.

Hallam staff in lanyards lined the balcony railings.

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