Chapter Ten
“Have I got the goods on Lana Desmond,” Ellery Graham nods wickedly, he smirks without restraint. Jordan, striding into the cool white angular room, stops, waiting for further explanation.
“What goods?” he asks. “Why do you need the goods on Lana?”
“Oh? Some soft spot for her?”
“Hell no,” he says without flinching. This is business, pleasure be damned, he’s saying to himself.
Ellery moves deeper into the room and sits before the window inside a blistering ray of sun. Jordan can’t see the man’s eyes when he shifts his body in his chair. With the stark white sun behind him, he appears in all his glory like an angel.
“Here, I thought for a moment that you’d lost your steel to the lovely Miss Desmond.”
“What reason would I have for that?” He remains cautious, remembering t
