Richard's POV
For five years, everything had remained exactly where it belonged.
Buried.
That was the word Richard Wolfe preferred to use whenever he thought about the past. Buried things stayed underground. Buried things could not hurt anyone. Most importantly, buried things stayed forgotten.
Unfortunately, the past had a habit of resurfacing when people became curious.
And Nina Carter had become curious.
Richard stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office overlooking the city skyline. From this height, everything appeared orderly and predictable. Traffic moved in neat patterns. Buildings stood exactly where they were supposed to stand. The world made sense from above.
People, however, rarely did.
His phone vibrated softly against the desk behind him.
He didn't turn a
