“I’m pulling your file now.

But Dara — if what you’re saying is true, the trust isn’t the only thing they’ve compromised.”

She arrived just before dawn, in a charcoal suit, carrying a thick leather portfolio and trailed by a quiet forensic accountant named Arlo.

By the time the sky went gray outside my window, the two of them had turned my hospital room into a command post.

Chapter 11 — Against the Clock

We were working against a clock, and the clock was Ian’s own arrogance.