"Do you want to watch Julian's wedding?" Adrian set a tablet down in front of me.
Julian himself was the most famous sports agent in the business, and his bride was the only daughter of Reginald Ashford, the owner of the Ravens. The press had taken to calling it "The Wedding of the Century" in the sporting world. The guest list ran from star athletes to sponsors and club executives, and it included every person who had refused to hire me on the strength of a single word from Julian. I, of course, had not been invited.
"Not interested." I turned my head away. "I only want to know whether the evidence we have now is enough."
"Don't worry. Enough to keep every one of the people who hurt you from ever seeing the sky outside a prison cell again." His smile was gentle.
Only then did I look d
