er, face unreadable, dark raincoat hanging off broad shoulders, and a badge on his chest turn
hands last Tuesday, Miss Hart. Everything in here? Belon
t. She kept her hands flat on the table, exactly how her father had tau
d me I had u
s head. The b
- the open boxes, her phone,
id you
otebook and held it out. And his golf score
y page, and she watched his jaw tighten when h
t. Empty yo
h dropped.
Miss Hart
wice. Evelyn felt the cream coloured page pressed to her ribs - t
slowly, voice
ront of a lawyer. I'll have one here in twenty minutes. And I'll mention in my statement that Westwood Global's security detained
thing changed in his expressio
file says. Those words
nine sharp. Fortieth floor. You'll need to sign the transfer
f I d
you, and the boxes get shred
as her knees shook down the hall, out into the rain. She didn't
did she finally le
glass elevator at Westwood Tower
the cops with just a sheet of paper and a pencil mark. The police had already said the case was closed.
new something was
open on the f
ndows for walls, a dozen people in suits who stopped talking as soon as she
ept
her on a closed folder. Charcoal suit. Dark hair, immaculate. A face too sha
ian We
ire in the city. The man who never loses. Nothing wa
voice. You're on ti
lternative wa
. Christian's expression barely moved, but the corner of his
tood by the door, ar
fold into Westwood Global. The offer covers everything. Your father's clie
the first page, then the second, making herself read e
ur: schedule
alcyon Ridge Holding
stop
aised her eyes, and found Christian Westwood watching with
se that nam
silent. I've never hea
meant only for her. My people have hunted for that name eleven months. Last nig
uth we
an said. Your father was searchin
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