“Not this woman.”
Julian called Graham, and Graham drove straight to Sterling Infrastructure. He found Harrison in his office, watching Deborah through the glass wall as she spoke sharply into her phone.
“She found Arthur,” Graham said.
Harrison’s stomach clenched. “Then she knows Julian came back.”
“Maybe not for certain, but she suspects. We move now.”
Deborah looked up from the hallway. Her eyes met Harrison’s through the glass. For one second, her expression held no warmth, no grief, no concern. Only calculation.
Then she smiled and waved.
Harrison waved back.
The performance sickened him.
Graham leaned close. “Get your passport, the vendor contracts, and anything from your safe. We leave through the garage.”
“What do I tell her?”
“Nothing.”
They reached Graham’s house just before dusk. Julian was waiting in the kitchen, surrounded by papers. When Harrison entered, Julian stood too fast and nearly lost his balance.