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