and the air hummed with the quiet, reverent energy of great art. She was standing in the main exhibition space, a bl

nor said, her sharp, intelligent eyes sc

ing seen, of being valued for her mind and her talent. The toxic cloud

y in her pocket. A blocked numbe

Long Island right now and get

erious shriek of her former m

you talking about

natic here to harass us! You handle your o

She knew exactly who Francis was talki

e Hamptons. Cory was sitting on the manicured lawn, a piece of cardboard i

sically touch a protesting woman, especially when the press might be watching. The estate manager, Ot

benefit of a freelance photographer lurking across the street. "I h

ancis watched the scene unfold

cup of tea. "This will be all over Page Six by eveni

ess line. "That girl has been a curs

lly begging Eleanor. "I am so, so sorry.

"It's your first day, Hay

ical," she pleaded, the professional composur

. Half a day. But I expect you back here f

g the driver the Long Island address. Her hands twisted in her lap the ent

ieran. Family emergency. M

up on his phone. His brow furrowed slightly. He

ble. He called her. It rang once, then went to voicemail. That was all he needed. He stood up, his movements calm and deliberate. He pulled up an application on his phone, a simple grey screen with

estate, Hayley saw them. A small cluster of reporters and photo

h, and stepped out of the car, walking toward