The Quietest Voices
They’re requesting a plea bargain.” “Tell them no,” I said, taking a slow sip.
“Let the law take every single day she tried to steal from me.” Elena nodded.
“Understood, Mr.
Vance.” “Julian,” I corrected, and I looked at her with a respect I did not extend to many people in this world.
“You saved my life, Elena.
You don’t call me Mr.
Vance anymore.”
She smiled at that, a small, surprised smile, the smile of a person unused to being seen.