RAVEN
Louis saw the pause the moment he mentioned Lyall's wife.
“Is there a problem?” he asked carefully.
“No,” I said quickly, still staring at the small card in my hand. “I just… I suppose I need to thank her too.”
He gave a short nod, as if that settled it, and guided me back toward the private elevator. On the ground floor, the building manager was already waiting. She was polished and warm in the way people who worked with the extremely wealthy always seemed to be. After glancing through the paperwork Louis handed her, she smiled at me like I already belonged here.
“Welcome to The Marc, Miss Chesterfield.” She held out a small bouquet of white flowers and a heavy, foil-stamped folder embossed with the words “Welcome Home. We’re very glad to have you.”
I took both items with slig
