Raisa spread the files across a small table. “Cassian Vautrin has a hidden history that was buried by people he paid well. Seven years ago, his previous partner was declared dead from a fall that was ruled accidental. The medical report was altered. Witnesses were silenced. And Sabine was in his life at the time.”
A cold shock ran through Marina’s veins. “Are you saying he might have…?”
“Yes,” Raisa answered. “And he will not hesitate to harm you again.”
Another man entered. He was older, carrying a tension in his shoulders. “I am Harold Madsen. I was the detective originally assigned to the death of Cassian’s former partner. I was removed from the case without explanation. I retained copies of witness interviews. You need to see them.”
He handed over statements from neighbors who had heard screams. A concierge who had seen bruises. A driver who had heard threats.
Then a nurse appeared, a woman named Iris Venn, holding medical notes.
“These are the real injury records from Cassian’s previous partner,” she said softly. “The original files were replaced with falsified ones. I kept the true documents because I feared something like this would happen again.”
The room spun around Marina.