The next morning arrived grey and purposeful, the kind of morning that does not ask whether you are ready.
James was at the penthouse by seven with coffee he had not touched and a folder he spread across the dining table before he even sat down.
“Richard’s lawyer cited pressure on his client,” James said. “Physical intimidation is the phrase used.”
“Someone threatened him,” Nathaniel said.
“Someone delivered a message to his home address,” James said. “A message no one else was supposed to know. Which means whoever delivered it had access to information about the cooperation agreement that was supposed to be confidential.”
Claire poured coffee for all three of them, moving around the kitchen with the quiet efficiency she had developed when her hands needed something to do while her mi
