My Wife Woke in a Hospital Bed, Saw the Tattoo I’d Hidden for Four Years, and Instead of Asking Me to Make Them Disappear, She Said the Six Words That Set Me Free: “No Bodies. Ruin Them in the Light.”

“Before my wife signs anything,” I said mildly, “someone should explain why the resort’s money went to Northstar Consulting.”

Chapter 14 — The Ring

Simon Drake froze in his chair.

Rosalind’s smile thinned to a line.

“That,” she said, “is none of your concern.”

I unbuttoned my cuff, and I set my signet ring down on the polished table, face up, where the light caught it — the crowned wraith on its face, the same mark Christopher had gone white at in the hospital.

And I told them, without heat, the thing that had been true the whole time they were looking down on the man who carried boxes.