Colleen Whitmore — The Suitcase Dennis Never Thought to Open
I stopped several yards away.
My stomach tightened, and I was glad Rosa was still inside.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I said.
“I had to see you.”
He looked tired.
His jaw was unshaven, and the arrogance in his expression had been replaced by an injured sort of disbelief.
“They’ve taken everything,” he said.
“The board, Gary, the investors.