There is a grief in that, underneath the gratitude: that a father should have to protect one of his children from the others.

But there is also a fierce and satisfying justice in it, and I confess I felt both, in equal measure, as the doors flew open and Julian’s voice filled the foyer.

Whatever was about to happen, Harrison had already won it, for me, from beyond the grave.

All I had to do was stand there and let his foresight do its work.

Chapter 14 — The Ambush