in that position.”
Then his aunt had said sharply, “Lower your voice.”
His father had answered, “The decision was made. We cannot undo it.”
Adrian had walked into the library a few seconds later.
Every person in the room had gone silent.
He remembered smiling awkwardly.
“Did I interrupt something?”
His father had closed a leather folder.
“Nothing important.”
Arthur Bellamy had avoided Adrian’s eyes.
Caroline had poured herself another drink.
And the name Daniel Keane had never been spoken in Adrian’s presence again.
Until now.
Adrian pushed back from his desk.
Outside the tall windows of his study, rain moved in silver lines across the lawn. Beyond the trees, the sky had turned the dull gray of wet stone.
He looked again at Marissa’s employment file.
There was no mistake.
Daniel Patrick Keane.
Deceased four years ago.
Adrian’s pulse quickened.
He clicked through the limited background information attached to
