The call came from a number I didn't recognize on a Thursday morning in October.
I was at my desk, deep in a regulatory filing that had been making my life difficult for a week, when my mobile rang. I picked up without looking, expecting it to be Madeline or one of the senior partners.
"Is this Mia Carter?" A woman's voice. Low and careful.
"Who's calling?" I asked.
"My name is Forsythe," she said. "Annalise Forsythe. I believe you know my father's name."
I went very still.
Forsythe. The man who had ordered the attack at the river. The business rival of Madden Carter who had been gone for years, his company dissolved.
"I'm listening," I said carefully.
"I'm calling because my father is dying," she said. "He has been abroad for seven years. He is ill and he has been telling me thing
