“There’s one more thing,” Raymond said, his voice sharpening.

“Christopher owns three personal real estate investments in downtown Seattle worth nearly two million dollars.

Pendelton can go after those properties in civil court tomorrow and turn the titles over to you as restitution for what he did.”

I thought of Christopher standing in the foyer, telling me I was a hired maid who could be replaced before sunrise.

I remembered the cold rain falling on the gravel drive when his guards locked the iron gate behind me.

I looked down at Theodore, fast asleep on my shoulder with his thumb tucked loosely in his mouth.