“You should have known,” I said, my voice cold. “You should have asked why I suddenly agreed to leave with nothing.”

He looked away, his jaw tightening again.

“She told me you took a settlement,” he whispered. “She showed me signed bank transfers.”

“I never signed anything,” I said.

“I know that now,” he said. “Dr. Hale confirmed it.”

The SUV moved smoothly through the Manhattan traffic.

Outside, the neon lights of the city blurred through the rain-streaked windows.

Dominic’s phone began to vibrate in his hand again.

He looked at the screen, then turned it face down on the console.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“The chairman of the board,” Dominic said. “He wants to know why I am destroying the family legacy.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I haven’t answered,” Dominic said. “Let them wonder.”

Marco took a sharp turn onto Park Avenue.

“We have a problem, sir,” Marco said, looking at the rearview mirror. “There’s a silver Mercedes behind us. It’s been following since we left the bookstore.”

Dominic sat up straighter, his eyes instantly fixing on the side mirror.