Garrett left at ten-fifteen.
Roman sat in his office until eleven. The folder was open on the desk. He had read the timeline four times. The numbers were not going to change, and the dates were not going to move and the name at the bottom of the intervention trail was not going to become someone else's.
He told Priya he was done for the day. She didn't ask questions. She had stopped asking questions two weeks ago.
The penthouse was empty. Isabella had lunch until three. He went to his study, sat in the chair he'd been sitting in most nights lately, and began to go through it properly. All of it. In order.
She had known about Isabella before she filed.
He was certain of this now in the way you became certain about things once you stopped trying not to be. The timeline made it undeniabl
