each and stale coffee. It was the smell of bad news. Colette sat o

ng doors. He looked tired. He held a cl

ett," he s

, her legs tremb

ed to move to the next stage of the treatment

aid immediately. "

an't. The finance department has flagged the accoun

might as well have

lette lied. "Just

ays," Evans said

cool glass of the observation window. Her father lay in the bed, a tangle of tubes and wires. He loo

zed. A text f

ment:

He was in his sixties, balding, with a thi

nner tonight. 7 PM. Le Bernardin. If yo

one in the art world knew. He was a hedge fund manager who collected

aled M

ette whispered into the

ankly, I'm bored of playing nurse to a vegetable. Go to di

ne wen

ttering into a spiderweb of cracks. She slid down the wall, burying

the clouds, August Sanders sat in a leath

d, not looking u

hroat. "We identified the woman. Colette Barret

an hour ago, huddled on the floor of the hospital corridor, crying.

" August

nding. She's trying to force Miss Barrett int

He looked at the woman who had left hi

the name tasting like

's looking fo

he curve of her waist. The smell of her cheap sha

ations were clear: marry, settle down, stabilize the stock price. He needed so

llionaire because she didn

ion into Gorsky ready

xpedited," P

t the car. Tell legal to bring the standard template, D

ir

ike smile touching his lips. "I believe Mr. G