The drop into the shrubs knocked the breath from her lungs—but she kept running.
Behind her the door burst open.
“SAVANNAH!” Victor’s voice roared.
She didn’t look back.
Two blocks ahead stood the courthouse steps.
A woman wearing a gray scarf waited there, scanning the street. When Savannah reached her, the woman caught her arm.
“I’m Rachel,” she said quickly. “I worked security at the Langford estate. I copied everything.”
“Everything?” Savannah gasped.
Rachel pulled a flash drive from her pocket. “Videos of him screaming at you. Grabbing your wrist. Margaret coaching the staff on what to say if police asked questions. Even Lawrence discussing the incompetency petition.”
Savannah’s vision blurred. “Why help me?”
Rachel’s expression hardened. “Because my sister didn’t get out of a situation like this.”
Sirens sounded in the distance.
Victor’s SUV screeched to the curb behind them.
Rachel squeezed Savannah’s hand. “Then we don’t let you face them alone. We file first.”
They hurried up the courthouse steps and into the bright lobby filled with strangers and cameras—witnesses Victor couldn’t silence.
Inside, a legal-aid attorney named Claire Benton was waiting with paperwork already prepared.