und was already in bed, propped against the headboard, reading a financial
d landed on the nightstand
e. On its side, in elegant sc
sa Mi
. An invasion. A blatant disregard f
ast piece of d
need to hesit
he bedside. Edmund sensed her approach, looking up
ly placed the papers on th
age were stark under the soft
shot from the document to her face,
devoid of heat. "I've already signed it. My l
on him and walked toward t
em, his movements jerky. When he reached the section on asset div
house in Malibu. The art collection they'd acquired togethe
eavy door swung open, revealing shelves glittering with seven years
d over them wi
ery back of the safe. She retrieved a man's wristwatch. Th
her. She had used the prize money from her first
safe door, sealing away millions of dollars in jewels. She was
into a small suitcase, then left the master suite through
nto the closet. It was empty. He ran through it, out to the garage, just in time to see the heavy door d
s waiting at the curb. Christoper opened the back door, slid
out her phone.
sharing settings. She disab
d. Camilla. Every member of the Hamilton c
ne to airplane mode and tosse
ns of Palo Alto blur past her window
respectful. "Miss Blackburn, to
istoper sa
ith her own money, years ago. A pl
free.
vely opened his phone to track her. A cold,
rn has stopped shar
trange, violent sense of
o idea where his wife was. S
ess. He told himself it was just a game. A dramatic, chil
ble place Christoper might have gone. Friends' hous
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