Me.
“You ruined me.”
His voice barely worked.
I picked up the silver pen he had intended me to use.
“No, Adrian.”
I set it back down.
“You ruined yourself.”
Then:
“The mistake was believing patience meant ignorance.”
THE KNOCK AT THE DOOR
Three hard knocks echoed through the house.
Adrian looked toward the foyer.
I didn’t.
I already knew.
I opened the door.
Marcus Vance stood outside.
Beside him were two uniformed officers and a state investigator carrying a thick file.
Marcus smiled at me.
“Good afternoon, Claire.”
“Marcus.”
“The bank freeze is complete.”
Behind me, Adrian said nothing.
Marcus stepped inside.
“The disputed corporate loans are being challenged for fraudulent misrepresentation.”
He looked toward Adrian.
“And several assets have been attached pending the investigation.”
Adrian stood shakily.
“Marcus.”
Marcus ignored the greeting.
He walked into the living room.
Then opened the legal packet.
“Adrian.”
His voice became formal.
