The days back in Grayhaven City passed without incident.
Graham worked through his remaining business meetings with the methodical patience of someone who had been doing this for decades, moving from one appointment to the next, reviewing contracts, shaking hands, making the kind of careful commitments that Wahl Capital built its regional relationships on. Soren and the others kept close, rotating coverage, watching the entrances and exits of every building they entered. The Dorrance Group didn't move. Neither did anyone connected to the Voss family. The city went about its business as though the events of the past week had happened somewhere else entirely.
When the day of Graham's departure arrived, he found Soren waiting outside the terminal with the others, and he pressed a bank card
