Evelyn's POV
The main room of the Valentine estate was full of men, and yet it was the quietest place I had ever stood.
Richard walked in through the door that Benjamin held open. He was wearing the same clothes from the night before. His tie was gone. His jacket was wrinkled. He looked like a man who had not slept, and he did not try to hide it.
He stopped in the middle of the room and put the photograph on the table. Then he placed the ledger beside it. He stepped back and put his hands at his sides and said nothing.
Emmanuel picked up the photograph first. He held it close to his face, then passed it to Christopher. Damien took it next. His eyes moved over every detail the way a soldier checks a map before going into unknown land.
I stood near the window. She had not moved since Ri
