The overseas account belonged to a man named Evan Price. Rebecca said the name like it meant something. It did not.

"Should I know him?"

"No. He has lived in Lisbon for the last four years."

"Good."

Still nothing. Rebecca turned the laptop toward me. A passport photo

Julian lost control in three different rooms before noon. The first was a police interview room. The second was the Ashford Holdings boardroom. The third was my hospital room. Only one of those amused me. Rebecca gave me the company summary while a nurse checked

Theo looked better when I was dead. Grief had suited him. Now he stood beside my hospital window in an expensive coat, looking like a man whose publicist had stopped returning his calls. I had approved five minutes. Rebecca stayed in the room. Theo noticed.

"Do