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Within ten minutes, it’s back up.

And I arrive at the building.

Chapter Forty-Nine

I hurry out of the car as soon as it stops in front of my Manhattan residential building.

No doorman. Not a surprise.

The words of his text echo in my mind.

Mr. Black, it’s Charles Thatcher, your doorman. I’m texting from another person’s phone. I was held at gunpoint by two men who entered your residential building, so there’s currently no security. I’ve called 911.

I gulp, my pulse racing. My stomach is twisted in knots.

Quietly I steal into the building. Look around.

Skye is off to the right, in the lobby, sitting on a leather wingback chair.

And on the couch opposite her.

Oh, God…

Peter Reardon and his father, Beau Reardon.

How are they even here? Do they know I was meeting with the Unholy Trinity?

Skye’s face is pale, but she’s holding her own. I don’t see any firearms.

But that doesn’t mean they aren’t there. After all, the doorman…

I swallow, gathering my courage. I’ve faced worse in my life. I’ve faced down flames.

“Your boyfriend is up to no good,” Beau says.

Fuck. They do know. They may not have my fortune, butthey’ve got enough.

“If you mean he’s going to stop you people from drugging women, then I’d say he’s up to a lot of good.” Skye’s voice.

Pride swells in me. Good for her.

“Those are unfounded accusations,” Beau says.

“Interesting.” Skye again. “Your friend Garrett drugged Tessa, and I’d be willing to bet you did the same thing to Betsy, Peter.”

“More unfounded accusations,” Beau says. “Your friend has a history of drug use.”

“She’s used drugs one time.”

“The allegations against Garrett and my son are fabricated,” Beau says.

The man is ice cold. Does anything rattle him?

“Are they? Because I’m pretty sure my friend was drugged.”

“That’s what she tells you, anyway.” Again from Beau.

“I’m done talking.” Skye grabs her phone.

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