CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
A week later…
“I don’t believe this.”
Winter shook her head at Satchel. “I just don’t believe it. Nothing? He’s done nothing?”
Mallory Kline’s interview had been released onto the internet, and it was even more mocking of Ganz than Winter had intended. Mallory had really come through for them. But Ganz had no reaction: no rebuttal, no denial. He’d just packed up his whole operation in Portland and moved back to New York. Raziel Ganz was gone.
Satchel looked as skeptical as Winter felt. “Yes, I’m not trusting this at all. So, I’m upping the security around you and Sukie. Autumn, too, if she’ll let me.”
Winter half-smiled. “I think she’s warming up to you.”
“Hah. We’ll see.”
They were driving out to Satchel’s pet project: his house out on the coast. Worrying about
