Chapter 24 Lights, Lies, And Legacies

• The lights in the press conference room blazed hot under the ceiling-mounted rigs. A dozen reporters already had their cameras focused, lenses extended, ready to capture even the smallest tremor in Steve Lancaster’s hand or a flicker of doubt in Sandra Vega’s eyes.
• But neither trembled.
• Steve stood tall at the podium, his navy suit crisp, his expression impenetrable. Sandra, standing just to his right, wore a sleek white blazer over a pearl-toned blouse strong, composed, dignified. She glanced at him, a flick of solidarity in her eyes.