ndows of the town car as the driver, a man named Boris

rling," Boris grunted as

Boris. It ta

t the front desk. The receptionist, a bubbly g

taps. She opened the back window. It was a gro

Pain shot up her leg, white-hot and blinding. She bit her lip until she tasted

he pulled her beanie low. She

ut lived-in. He was reading a brief, a pair of black-rimmed

nto the booth

es. They were grey, storm-colored, and they swept over her face with a terrifyi

hell, Vance,"

e you too,

al tea toward her. "Dri

n thinks I'm insane. He has doctors who certify it.

n tracking Sterling's filings. He has filed a petition for an emergency temporary conservatorship.

elt the air leave the room.

the temporary order, you can't divorce him. You can't testify

ed. "He has money.

s legacy. Julian's company is leveraged to the hilt. He needs your assets to cover

he love, the patience, the saintly de

said, the realization hu

e window, his expression unreadable. "

ou sto

t believe you right now. I need hard evidence. Financial record

ing in his safe.

te said. "Because if you go

away for good,"

Instead, he slid a small, flat object under her saucer. A burner phone, smaller than a

If you're in danger, press the '1' key and hold it.

ou're a partner. Going against J

the cold lawyer mask cracked. She saw a raw, burning

areer," he said hoarsely