Chapter 4 — Behind the Study Door

Late that night, after Cody was asleep in the guest room, I crept down the hall for a glass of water and heard voices leaking through the heavy study door.

“She authorizes the transfers tomorrow,” Dax was saying, all the station-warmth gone out of him.

“If her signature isn’t on that paper, we’re locked out.

We can’t move a single share.” “Enough, Dax.” That was Denton, ragged but iron.

“I will not have you waving that innocent boy around as a bargaining chip under my roof.” Then Deirdre, weeping, a thin wet sound.