“The flight leaves at eleven forty-five tonight,” Theo said.

“You land at Kennedy at seven thirty in the morning.”

“That gives us two hours to get to Fifth Avenue,” I said.

My phone chimed on the nightstand.

It was another text from Spencer’s personal number.

I didn’t open it, but the preview bar showed the first seven words: *Vivian please call me before lawyers make this worse.*

I picked up the phone, tapped his contact card, and switched the ringer off completely.

“Spencer thinks you’re still sitting in this room waiting for Nora to deal with the freeze,” Theo said.