I suddenly felt cold. He was right. Ben had already proven he had no problem shedding blood and was clearly unbalanced. I knew he’d stop at nothing to keep me quiet.
He looked at his watch. “Keith is late for your session. I’ve got to go, but please call Bronson.”
“I will.”
I gave Keith another ten minutes then went downstairs. I stood outside the sliding glass door that led into the conference room, the glass was frosted. I knew I was about to interrupt an important session, but I knocked twice anyway. John slid the door open, and I saw the screens go blank, and the folders rustled as they were turned over.
“Keith,” I stepped by John and gave Ty a quick glance, “you’re late.”
“Sorry, Ivy,” Frank said. “We’ve got a lot going on.”
“Understood, but I was told I had a mandatory meeting
