Two weeks go by. Nothing out of the ordinary happens. I don’t hear from Killian, but I don’t attempt to contact him, either. Once, a police cruiser pulls alongside one of the SUVs on the street outside. It lingers for less than thirty seconds, then drives away, never to be seen again.
I figure Mrs. Lieberman downstairs finally called the cops. They arrived, discovered who they were dealing with, then immediately left.
Not who they were dealing with…what.
But what? WHAT?
I become obsessed with finding out what Killian’s hiding. Every day at work, I spend hours crawling the internet for clues. Any story that mentions Killian or Liam Black. Any photographs. Any anything. But there’s nothing to be found.
Even the reports of his arrest last year have vanished. As have all of his corporatio
