It meant letting her come within one pen-stroke of victory.

It meant three more days of drinking nothing she touched and playing the fool at my own table.

But it was the only way to make it stick, and I had not survived forty years of ruthless men to fumble the most important case of my life by being hasty at the end.

Chapter 22 — Let Her Trap Herself

He narrowed his eyes.

“Then what do you want to do?”