POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
"Lewis called you three months ago," Yessica said.
Not a question.
"Yes." Rafferty's voice was unhurried. The voice of a man who had decided, somewhere before she dialed, exactly what he was going to say. "He got my number through a mutual contact. Paul Vickers, I think — we both sit on the Edinburgh Chamber board."
"What did he want?"
"He asked me three things." A pause. Clean. Deliberate. "Whether you'd ever mentioned my name. Whether you'd ever asked me for help. And whether, in my assessment, you were in any danger."
Yessica pressed her back against the headboard. The flat was dark. Down on Victoria Street, she could still hear rain on stone.
"What did you tell him?"
"Nothing." Rafferty's tone didn't change. "I told him I didn't discuss third
