Christoff had taken pity on Reed.
“It’s a last-ditch effort, but I’d say you’re desperate enough to try it.”
It was true, so Reed hadn’t argued the point. Instead, he’d taken the first flight he could find to get him to Greenwich.
Now he looked up at the house sitting at the address Christoff had given him. House was really a misnomer. Mansion was probably putting it mildly. He was looking at a full-on estate. And judging by the number of vehicles parked out front, he’d arrived in the middle of something.
His phone buzzed with an incoming text.
Selina: Make it yet?
Through the long hours of waiting in assorted airports, he’d texted her the whole story. She’d kept him focused instead of completely freaking out.
Reed: Yeah. This may have been a mistake.
Selina: You’ve come this far.
