Chapter 22
A private dinner with twelve people. An agenda no one wants to say out.
That was fine by me. Unstated agendas were my specialty.
Hargreave was the sixth person to arrive. I had been looking at his file for two weeks so I knew his face before Adrian mentioned his name. He was in his mid-sixties, with grey hair, and he had a kind of appearance that had been carefully tended to give the impression of trustworthiness and experience. He exchanged pleasantries here and there, on his way to us.
He came directly to us.
“Harper.” He wrapped his hands around mine, it was deliberate, I noticed it. He wanted me to know that I mattered at that moment.
“I’ve been hoping we’d meet properly. The work with the Children’s Foundation last month was genuinely impressive. It didn’t get the at
