The courthouse loomed ahead, the air thick with tension.
Evelyn met me at the entrance, her expression unreadable as she handed me a folder. But I didn't need to open it to know something was wrong.
"Mark's gone."
I stopped mid-step.
"What?"
She crossed her arms. "Vanished. No one knows where he went. No one even saw him leave. The prosecution has no way to contact him."
I clenched my jaw. Coward.
I should have expected it. The moment I dragged his real crimes into the light, he cut his losses and ran. Mark wasn't the kind of man to fight a battle he wasn't certain he'd win.
And with his… abilities, if I could even call them that, he had nothing to worry about. The moment he disappeared, he was untouchable. No last name. No official records. He could erase himself and reappear under a new identity whenever he wanted.
He never needed to win this trial.
Because he was never planning to stick around for the consequences.
