She didn’t know I had Dr.

Vance’s lab records spelling out Spencer’s eighty percent genetic fragmentation score.

“Was that your bank?” Theo asked, coming down the open wooden staircase from his second-floor office with a ceramic pitcher of water.

“It was Rosalind,” I said.

“She wants to pay five million dollars for one more signature.”

“A signature on what?”

“A clause that bars me from saying her family name in public,” I said.

Theo set two clean glasses on the table next to my phone.