Chapter 9: The Grave With No Name
"Who really died?"
Adrian didn't answer right away. He crossed the room and quietly closed the study door, and something about the deliberate care in that small motion told me this conversation wasn't meant for anyone else's ears.
"Daniel wasn't just a friend," he said finally, sitting on the edge of his desk. "He was like a brother. We built Ashford Group together, back when it was nothing more than an idea and two men who refused to fail."
"What was he like?" I asked.
Adrian didn't answer immediately. "Too loud," he said at last. I must have looked confused, because he almost smiled.
"He believed silence meant you had already lost." He paused, something wistful crossing his face. "I spent years trying to prove him wrong."
"And fifteen years ago?"
