King Vaughn’s p.o.v.
Two things have been on my mind ever since the trial, one is that damn picture from the broken necklace. It looks so familiar, but I can’t tell you what it is. The other thing is Captain Dallas; there is also something familiar about her.
Quinlan has been following me around ever since he turned eighteen. He will take over the Throne from me someday. I even discussed my thoughts with him, but he couldn’t help me to find some answers.
Like the rest of my sons, he was impressed with Dallas’ work. She came well-prepared, but after reviewing the case again, we realized that the pictures and footage of the doll and necklace weren’t attached. Everything else was there and for a moment, we thought she accidentally forgot to attach it to the file.
My oldest Son, Weston, po
