Julia
A threat.
My appetite disappeared not only with Van's words but the seriousness in his expression. “Van, I'll use Michael for the drives and" —I shook my head— “if you want one of those other men to follow me, at least now I know who they are, and they won't creep me out."
“I should have explained earlier. That's on me."
I set my plate back on the table as Van resumed his seat at the other end of the sofa, his wine glass in hand. “Tell me why I would be threatened."
“Me." When I remained quiet, he went on, “I've said it before. My involvement with you and with Wade Pharmaceutical has drawn attention. Right now, there's a well-funded SPAC trying to purchase Wade shares. I've had my people digging. My people are damn good, and we're still coming up blank on who exactly is involve
