And after a moment the door swung open, and there stood Justin, in a beautifully tailored navy suit, holding a steaming mug of coffee, his face going cold the instant he saw me.

“Helena?” he said, and his voice dropped several degrees.

“What on earth are you doing back here?

I believe I made it perfectly clear that your services were no longer required.”

“My name is Samuel Vance,” the lawyer said, stepping forward and drawing a leather briefcase up in front of him.

“I am legal counsel for the estate of your late father.