*MAXWELL*
The hospital smelled weird, unlike the usual disinfectant smell, it felt wrong, and it irritated me.
Earlier when I stood in Theodore Chase's ICU room, watching machines breathe for him. Tubes everywhere. Monitors beeping. The old man looked smaller than I remember, he had even shrunk in stature.
Theodore Chase had built his empire on construction and automobile deals, married into the Bindy political machine, played the game well. Now he was lying here while his wife called the family lawyer before he was even awake.
That part interested me.
I'd seen the briefcase, seen Juliana's face when the man walked in. Whatever was in that folder wasn't good news for someone.
Probably Ariana.
The thought shouldn’t have bothered me, but somehow it did.
My phone buzzed bringing me ou
