Chapter 16 — Where Is Emeric Vasser
“Hello, Mrs.
Ravensworth,” Yelena said, and she did not look away, and I had never been prouder of anyone.
My mother turned to me with a sigh of tragic, weary pity, already rebuilding the story in real time.
“Auden, darling.
I see it now.
She learned about the announcement, and she came looking for you — for another payment, obviously.
I warned you six years ago about what women like this—”
“Where is Emeric Vasser,” I said.
My mother blinked.
It was small, but I saw it. “…What?”
“Emeric Vasser,” I said again, quietly.
“Our family’s former senior counsel.
The man who retired very suddenly to Florida six years ago, on a pension that always struck me as generous.