“That’s preposterous,” Tristan said, rising from his chair. “Your devotion to this hack has already gone too far. Using the Foundation’s money to help finance the play, to use the Calloway Theatre to house it, I think this has gone just as far as it’s gone.”
“But Tristan, you know I will do anything for family.”
Tristan and Isolde grew silent, both of them staring at Casey Crais, who wore the look of a man who had triumphed, this time off stage. And hadn’t he? He’d convinced a wealthy producer, philanthropist, and theatre owner to back his play, and after the death of its leading man, he’d been allowed to take over the lead. Not a bad week, a great one in fact, given what had happened to other people. To Gareth Fitzroy, primary among them.
“Casey, will you step forward, join me at my si
