Then at the logo on one of the folders.
HALSTON CAPITAL.
My eyes moved back to her.
“You’re Eleanor Halston?”
She smiled.
“You know the name.”
Everyone knew the name.
Eleanor Halston had founded Halston Industrial with her husband nearly forty years earlier.
After his d/e/@/th, she transformed the company into an investment empire.
She appeared on magazine covers.
Spoke at universities.
Owned stakes in companies worth billions.
I had simply never connected that woman with the person lying on gravel beside Route 18.
“I didn’t recognize you.”
“Good.”
I blinked.
“Good?”
“That means what you did wasn’t influenced by who I am.”
She turned toward Gavin.
“Now tell me why he is carrying a box.”
I looked down.
I hadn’t noticed Nina had placed one near my desk.
Gavin cleared his throat.
“Mrs. Halston, as I explained, there was a business incident this morning.”
