“He had a gambling catastrophe.

He owed more than three million dollars to a criminal syndicate out of Miami, and they had stopped asking politely.

They were threatening his life.” He slid a photograph across the sheet — a glamorous woman with sharp features and cold eyes.

“This is Chloe Vance.

No relation to me.

Kenneth’s personal assistant for the past three years, and a good deal more than his assistant.

She has ugly connections, and she’s the one who obtained the poison.