The evidence I needed was in a locked study in a house I could not leave, and the only person who could reach it was the one person who stood to lose everything if she was caught reaching.

So I took risks that a sensible adviser would counsel against, and I took them with my eyes open, because the alternative was to be careful right up until the day being careful no longer mattered.

Chapter 10 — The Weight of the Diamonds

The study was cold when I came back at six, smelling of old wax and leather books, and Jonathan was behind the mahogany desk with the signet ring catching the light of the green-shaded lamp.

His face had none of the morning’s anger.