Laura grabbed my hands.
“Grant, please listen to me. Serena has been acting strange for weeks. I think she’s trying to—”
I pulled away.
“Don’t blame Serena.”
“You don’t understand.”
“I understand perfectly.”
“No, you don’t!”
Her voice cracked.
Then she pressed both hands over her stomach.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
I was too furious to hear it.
“I don’t want another lie.”
“It isn’t a lie.”
“Get out.”
Because you saw Laura?”
I didn’t answer.
Serena rolled her eyes.
“Grant, she made her choices. Don’t let guilt turn you stupid.”
Guilt.
Interesting word.
“Dinner tonight?” she asked.
“I have work.”
She sighed dramatically.
“Fine. Tomorrow.”
“Sure.”
She kissed my cheek.
I waited until she disappeared inside the store.
Then I drove straight to my office.
At 3:06 p.m., I locked the door.
At 3:11, I called Marcus Reed.
Marcus had spent fifteen years investigating corporate fraud before opening his own private firm.
If someone moved money that didn’t belong to them, Marcus could usually find the fingerprints.
He answered on the second ring.
“Whitmore.”
“I need you to reopen something.”
There was a pause.
“The divorce?”
I sat down.
“Yes.”
Another pause.
“I was wondering when you’d make this call.”
That irritated me.