CHRIS, PLEASE ANSWER.
It was Nina from reception.
I called.
“What?”
“Where are you?”
“Why?”
“You need to come back.”
“No.”
“I’m serious.”
“So was Gavin.”
“Chris, listen to me.”
Her voice was low.
Something was wrong.
“What happened?”
“There’s a woman here.”
“What woman?”
“She says you helped her this morning.”
I sat straighter.
The noise of the diner seemed to fade.
“She’s okay?”
“Yes.”
A breath I hadn’t realized I was holding escaped.
“Good.”
“But she keeps asking for you.”
“Tell her I’m glad she’s okay.”
“Christopher.”
“What?”
“She didn’t come alone.”
I frowned.
“What does that mean?”
“There are three people with her.”
“Family?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then who?”
“One is an attorney.”
My stomach tightened.
“Why does she have an attorney?”
“I don’t know.”
“And the other two?”
“I heard one of them say Halston Capital.”
