I stood rooted in the spot. Not convinced.
He stepped closer. “There's something I must tell you. Only forty-five minutes of your time. I promise you won't regret it.”
Curiosity nudged at the corners of my mind.
What could he possibly want to tell me, business-related, beyond the four walls of this facility?
I hesitated, then gestured toward the elevator.
“This way, please,” I said, leading the way.
The sun shone relentlessly as Tom and I stepped out onto Allwell's driveway, but I refused to get into his car. Instead, I opted for mine.
Through the rearview mirror, I watched him climb into his car, and we melted into the streets of Washington, slowing moments later at the upscale restaurant.
A valet rushed forward and opened our doors. I stepped out and watched Tom emerge from his c
