Harmony’s breath caught. “Why would they move it that fast?”
Dad tapped the edge of a legal printout. “His attorney filed an expedited motion late last night. Someone with influence pushed it through.”
Her fingers tightened around mine. “Someone wants him out.”
“Or wants pressure on you,” Becket added.
I hated the way she shrank into herself at that. Hated she still believed she was the problem, not the target of someone else’s game.
Dad continued, “We believe whoever is watching you is connected to the appeal. Whether acting for Marcel or trying to bury what Harmony uncovered years ago.”
Harmony’s voice trembled. “I didn’t think anyone even knew what I did.”
“They shouldn’t,” Becket said. “But someone does.”
A beat of silence passed before I forced my voice steady. “All right. Then walk us through every possible player. Everyone who could benefit.”
Becket nodded, flipping open another file. “Let’s start with the closest circles.”
He pointed to the top of the page.
Vesper.
“Digital footprint matches the encrypted channels Harmony used against Marcel. Skilled enough to erase trail markers. Could be acting for hire.”
Harmony looked sick.
Becket pointed to the next name.
Olivier Bellerose.
Harmony’s jaw clenched. “He wouldn’t stalk me.”
“No,” Becket agreed. “He doesn’t have the discipline or technical knowledge. But he dropped off the radar the same night the orchard fence photo was taken.”
Dad added, “His last known location puts him near the old Trust warehouse.”
Harmony's eyes widened. “The Trust?”
“Which brings us to Tremblay,” Becket said.
Noah Tremblay.
Calm. Professional. Always present. Too present.
Harmony whispered, “He was at the community center last week. Talking to Mara. He said it was about ‘safety upgrades.’”
Dad’s expression hardened. “He oversees half the surveillance on Main Street. And the festival. I know he does tech work for the Trust, but I don’t know if his level is hacker material.”
“They said that about half of Marcel’s associates,” Harmony muttered.
Asher finally spoke from the counter, voice low. “Maybe that’s the point. Someone using people who look harmless.”
Harmony’s gaze flicked toward him surprised, but grateful. Then Becket pointed to another name.
Nico Mercier.
Harmony inhaled sharply.
