Isla's POV
The contract was forty-seven pages long.
I'd spent the past week going through every line with a lawyer I'd found on Craigslist—a woman named Ruth who worked out of a strip mall in Astoria and charged two hundred dollars an hour, which was approximately one-tenth of what Theo's legal team billed. She'd raised her eyebrows exactly once, when she got to the section about the "termination bonus," and then continued reading without comment.
Professional discretion. Worth every penny.
Now the document sat on Rad's desk—the same desk where Frank Delucca had once spilled clam chowder on a stack of invoices—and I was staring at the signature line like it might bite me.
Cora Brennan
That was the name typed beneath the blank space. My new name. The identity Rad's people had spent th
