“What are you going to do now?” Chloe asked, her voice trembling as she watched me tuck the pages back into my bag.

“I am going back to the glass house to finish this,” I said.

The front door of the modern glass mansion was unlocked when I pulled into the driveway at six in the evening.

Daniel was sitting on the wide grey leather sofa in the middle of the open living room, a tumbler of dark scotch on the glass coffee table beside his open laptop.

He looked up as my footsteps sounded on the hardwood floor and set the laptop aside immediately.