much?”
“That is not important.”
“It is if his widow is borrowing twenty-eight dollars for formula.”
Graham looked sharply at him.
“What?”
Adrian regretted saying it immediately.
But it was too late.
“She has a baby?”
“Yes.”
Graham seemed confused.
“Daniel’s child?”
“No. Daniel died four years ago. Owen is eight months old.”
Graham nodded faintly.
Then he looked away.
“Did Marissa accept the settlement?”
Adrian asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“She said Daniel would never have taken money in exchange for silence.”
Adrian’s stomach tightened.
“Silence about what?”
Graham looked at him.
“That was the problem.”
“What problem?”
“We never knew exactly what Daniel thought he had discovered.”
—
Adrian slept badly.
At six in the morning, he was already back in his office.
By seven, he had opened every Rivergate document he could access.
At seven fifteen, his phone rang.
Arthur.
Adrian answered immediately.
“You went to Marissa’s home.”
Arthur
