The noise of the diner seemed to fade.
“She’s okay?”
“Yes.”
A breath I hadn’t realized I was holding escaped.
“Good.”
“But she keeps asking for you.”
“Tell her I’m glad she’s okay.”
“Christopher.”
“What?”
“She didn’t come alone.”
I frowned.
“What does that mean?”
“There are three people with her.”
“Family?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then who?”
“One is an attorney.”
My stomach tightened.
“Why does she have an attorney?”
“I don’t know.”
“And the other two?”
“I heard one of them say Halston Capital.”
The name meant something.
It took me a second.
Then I remembered.
Halston Capital.
Private investment.
Acquisitions.
Real estate.
Logistics.
Technology.
They were the kind of company you read about in business magazines when they bought entire companies before breakfast.
“What does Halston Capital have to do with her?”
“I don’t know.”
I stood.
“Where’s Gavin?”
